Becoming a common theme on 3 Guys, 1 Mic, we discussed Steph Curry and my absolute disdain for him. Less the disdain for him, and more the disdain for the media coverage that he’s embraced. (“He’s not supposed to be here, what an underdog story”. 6’3″ son of a former great shooter in the NBA, he’s supposed to be in the league)
But that’s for another day. By disliking Steph, I naturally couldn’t stand the Warriors, from Draymond Green to Shaun Livingston. I figured eventually the adrenaline would run off. They felt so disrespected in the offseason that they had to make a statement out the gate. All that angered festered through July, August, September, until the season started.
Okay, so there’s the first half of the season explained. After the All-Star break, they looked tired, and starting to play like a normal team. Steph wasn’t going to drop 30 per game all year. Draymond wouldn’t average a triple double. Shaun Livingston and the round mound of round Mo Speights weren’t going to put up numbers.
And then both the OKC games this week. And all of them are still doing it. I had to do some real soul-searching to become the last person to arrive at this conclusion: the Warriors are actually unbelievable, and that’s an understatement. Their ball movement’s an orgasmic symphony. They’re the only team I’ve ever watched where I assume the ball’s going in. If you put anything in a Warriors jersey and let it shoot, I’d assume it’s cash. Chewbacca, Paul Abdul, an ostrich, whatever. They would all drain on the Warriors roster.
And it angers me. There’s no rhyme or reason, but it angers me how good they are. To the moon anger. Guy in front of you finding exact change anger. “Is Pepsi okay?” anger. Somebody has to hate them, and I’ve volunteered as tribute to the cause.