All you say is true and logical. Basketball success usually follows the taller teams who can put more people closer to that 10 foot rim. And most of this years contenders have gathered more tall players together to stand taller over our steady, noble, experienced Champions. And in the end of a long, harrowing season through unknown changes only one team will emerge as the crown bearer, the cup holder. That’s life in the Big City, some say. Others tartly reply it’s winner take all. Ok.
Maybe my favorite Warriors won’t come out on top this year. If all I care about is who gets the trophy or all the credit at the end, maybe I’d be better served by waiting to just watch the playoff finals. However, as our endearing and favorite baller bard keeps telling us, it’s the journey that’s the thing that leads to the destination. And I’m most into that. I’ve loved watching this group grow from draft board possibles, through hit and miss choices, into improbable contenders, then world class icons and now tested and weathered veteran champions held together by a shared history that shines often so brightly through their eyes when they play that we can all see it happen again. And we cheer again and walk tall again. Often, not always. And that’s what this season means to me. God willing, I’ll watch every game and exult and spit and worry and lose sleep. I’ll read and talk and follow and try to ESP the team to be their better selves.
We’ll see who gets the Trophy at season’s end. But I already feel a winner. Our Warriors, my Warriors, are playing again.
All you say is true and logical. Basketball success usually follows the taller teams who can put more people closer to that 10 foot rim. And most of this years contenders have gathered more tall players together to stand taller over our steady, noble, experienced Champions. And in the end of a long, harrowing season through unknown changes only one team will emerge as the crown bearer, the cup holder. That’s life in the Big City, some say. Others tartly reply it’s winner take all. Ok.
Maybe my favorite Warriors won’t come out on top this year. If all I care about is who gets the trophy or all the credit at the end, maybe I’d be better served by waiting to just watch the playoff finals. However, as our endearing and favorite baller bard keeps telling us, it’s the journey that’s the thing that leads to the destination. And I’m most into that. I’ve loved watching this group grow from draft board possibles, through hit and miss choices, into improbable contenders, then world class icons and now tested and weathered veteran champions held together by a shared history that shines often so brightly through their eyes when they play that we can all see it happen again. And we cheer again and walk tall again. Often, not always. And that’s what this season means to me. God willing, I’ll watch every game and exult and spit and worry and lose sleep. I’ll read and talk and follow and try to ESP the team to be their better selves.
We’ll see who gets the Trophy at season’s end. But I already feel a winner. Our Warriors, my Warriors, are playing again.