The roof is, like, on fire.

These are weird, wild times here in the city some call “Golden State.” We had a major conflagration this weekend when a tanker truck exploded in the Macarthur maze, causing one major freeway to collapse onto another major freeway. Despite the massive fireball, no one was killed, and the only injury was to the truck driver, who walked away and took a cab to the hospital. My favorite detail from this story: Despite having substantial second-degree burns, he actually tried to pay the cabbie for the ride before going inside for treatment.

Meanwhile, the basketball team some call “the Warriors” continued their crazy ride. In Game 4, they decisively dismantled the dudes from Dallas to take a 3-1 series lead. With a chance to clinch the series in Texas last night, they played horribly in the first half, came storming back from a 21-point deficit to lead by nine with 3:21 left, then fell apart down the stretch. It’s time to get a little nervous now, because suddenly the Mavericks have the momentum, and our boys really, really need to win Game 6 at home. I mean, who wants to make a third trip to Dallas? One’s enough for anybody.

But on the bright side, this has been amazing, exciting basketball, and having the series continue isn’t the worst thing in the world. We Who Root have to remind ourselves that just a couple weeks ago, we were still the fans of a loser basketball team that hadn’t made the playoffs in 13 years. I fear that in recent days we may have become a but hubristic, unaccustomed as we are to the air at these altitudes.

B-ball gods, if you are listening, I’d like to say officially and for the record: We are not worthy. I mean, sure, we suffered for many moons, but now we’ve had our fun; if your will is to smite us, so be it. We can’t really ask for more.

Did I sound convincing?