Over at The Baseline, Bethlehem Shoals has bared his soul on the subject of this year's mangled Warriors, and maybe even found some good in there. If nothing else, as a learning experience for those who must touch shoulders with their carnival of doom:
You won't get there but by speaking their language, and then underneath, you figure out where you really stand. It's at once exhilarating and silly to watch Houston score on every possession down the floor in the third, and yet only a vision quest-like encounter with the Warriors—the NBA's great wacked-out foil—can help bring their season into focus.
Or, if you want to get crass, we crave this team's steady stream of nonsense and crash courses that, for all we know, might be part of Nellie's grand design. It drives longtime fans crazy. But when your team isn't going to win, better you stay relevant as a test of others' psychological mettle, accessible only by dark, dank ferry, or keep even yourself guessing about what's up and what's down. Oh, and make sure there's enough there to keep everyone hoping and wondering "what if." That's the Warriors, and that's why they matter. Even if, for those on the inside, it's begun to resemble normal.
Seriously, check it out! It's pushing 1,000 words and could easily have lived on this site, if I weren't trying to keep from anyone accusing me of being a Warriors or Thunder homer. By the way, I think the Power Rankings right now have to go:
1. Wizards
2. Thunder
3. Warriors
4. LeBron
5. Ariza
Also, I don't care what people say, JaVale McGee is always on the floor for the Wizards. No matter what the box scores say.
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