If as predicted with almost scary certitude by anyone who has seen a basketball game since Zelmo Beaty roamed the earth, The golden state warriors trumped through yet another field of contenders and resumed almost like NBA masters, your outworlders will gladly know that it will not bring about the same sneaky tsunami the other three did.
The parade can be just as weed-and-Hennessy-fueled, and the rings are even more expensive than ever (this time being satellite dishes and platinum boards among the planned accoutrements), but it does not become thoroughly pleasing. Not every year can be 2015, for the first time is always the best. According to it, the silver medal is fighting. But even if everything goes as predicted, this will be the least enjoyable championship that the warriors have. David West's immortal and cryptic line refers to the problems that struck through the last season's heels – "You have no idea. No idea. It tells you about this team that nothing came out" -sound almost Nostradamian when you Consider what came next and what comes next. Steve Kerr wanted pleasure. What he got was this anxiety-o-rama.
Initially, this is Warrior's last round of their current haunting. Oakland is now heading for Pittsburgh and Providence and Anderson and Sheboygan and Waterloo and Moline and Rock Island and Davenport and Rochester and Syracuse and Fort Wayne and St. Louis and Cincinnati and Baltimore and Buffalo and San Diego as well as Kansas City and Vancouver and Seattle as places like the NBA & # 39; an outburst and / or abandoned.
A fiercely loyal, tall and proud audience in a long-suffering city now faces either a longer drive and much higher prices on a bright new arena in the city they hate the most, or look at grudgingly from six miles away that can as well as six million. Oakland is not San Francisco in any meaningful or sociological way, and neither the city would strive to make it happen any millennium soon. The front office claims everything will be good, because the Chase Center will be so beautiful and Stephen Curry will appreciate yet, but we know better. This will go down as the most bittersweet championship ever, for the last time a team won a title and immediately left the city where it won the title, it was 1969 Oakland Oaks of ABA who moved to Washington as soon as they parade scattered.
(You can say anything you want about St. Louis and Browns and Cardinals and Rams, but Oakland is clearly the scariest city ever. If the Raiders win the Super Bowl, Oakland will ask the federal government to become a salt so.)
There is Kevin Durant's will or will to revive the-New-York-Knickerbockers saga that began when he signed the latest of a series of one-year contracts to keep his options open as long as possible as possible. This choice, which has long been exploited but competitive, seemed to sour his worldview from time to time when he discovered that people are talking about him, whether he is speaking or not, and the fun he found in Oakland two years ago , feels like another whistle stop now. His new wanderlust is, according to the theory, not burned by dissatisfaction with his workmates, as much as it is his limited vista for unconditional worship.
Most psychoanalysis (well more psychic than analysis, but we dig) that Durant's sought-after gaze is about the notion that he cannot be fully met unless he is the biggest name in the largest city in a team that has been a paint factory brand since long before Jimmy Dolan started playing and giving blues at the same time. It caused the team's big November fan with him and Draymond Green, who bent the happy joy-joy-joy mood they always wanted to project, and spread a lot of Kerr's universal zen plan before it could even get started .
The warriors will actually lose two starters and their two main reserves in the next year or two, making the next season a season of significant transition in more ways than moving the contents of a closet to another closet. DeMarcus cousins will resume their fortune in the off-season. Shaun Livingston's contract will almost certainly be thrown, perhaps also Andre Iguodala, and Green's own free agency still flows nearby. Klay Thompson does not go anywhere because he will be paid what he asks unless Joe Lacob has lost his cursed mind, but he and Curry can go boldly into the new era without much cover.
There is the field, which is harder than it has been at any other time in Golden State & # 39 ; s race. True, the biggest improvement has been made in the Eastern Conference, since the draw is that the warriors only have to worry about once and truly, the West is clearly less impressive than it was in 2016 or 2018. Still no one believes this team will sail through the postseason as the 2017 team went 16-1 because they felt compelled to be thrown over Game 16 in Cleveland so they could generate the nation and win at home, probably in that order.
And there is the calendar itself. This team starts to look like these Celtics teams at the end of the Bill Russell years, with everyone in their 30s and all wearing thighs as they jumped on and off the floor while still kicking all the available ass between the two walks. Although everyone will stay for one year, Curry will be 32 when next year's playoffs begin. Durant gets 31, Green and Thompson 30, Andre Iguodala 36 and Shaun Livingston probably on another team. They have played six seasons in these five seasons when you include the 83 playoff games, and all cargo management in the world can only help so much.
Mostly it just feels like the impending end of an era. It was a good era for the game (if you think the warriors were destroying basketball in any of their iterations, you're clearly an idiot, and we don't want your fevered explanations as to why you're not). It was an excellent era for the company (ratings, income, wages and all the other cash flows are abundant and only warriors are worth eight times their 2010 value). It was a great era for a largely dimmed franchise (Warrior's overall 72-year-old record is almost dead even with Knicks, and Knicks & # 39; records stink), and it was a weird era for freestanding, armed, stubborn basketball.
But is an end anyway. The warriors can win again when they come to San Francisco – and if they don't, Lacob will quickly find out about the burden of the soft ticket – but it won't be the same. Not because the nation says it's boring to know the result six months before and wants something else; as far as it goes, screw the nation. It ate the Yankees, it ate Bulls and Lakers, it ate the patriots, it ate Alabama, it ate Duke, it ate the UConn, and it ate the American women's national football team. The nation loves dynasties, even if you refuse to love dynasties, so it will also eat it.
But the warriors will be changed in concept and in execution – unless of course they decide to make you all crazy again and sign Giannis Antetokounmpo, Anthony Davis, Spencer Dinwiddie, and just because they love going back to the future, Jason Richardson. At that time, you will all have a new hell on your hands.
Oh, and you will also eat it. You say you don't want to, but the numbers call you a liar. Not only have they sold their own building for the past six years, they have sold 208 of their last 217 ROAD games, yes, all are looking, even though they have to pay exorbitant prices to do so.
And you I want to see for the same reason you're looking now – the hope that you will still be alive when all this ends. And then you will complain that it all ended and start wonderfully wondering about JaVale McGee and Leandro Barbosa in the Hall of Fame.
Ray Ratto predicted that the Warriors would win the NBA Championship, Stanley Cup, Best Cinematography Oscar, ESPY for Network TV's Biggest Cash Cow and the Nobel Prize in Physics.