Out of breath. Thought I’d be out of words. Wrote and tore up (in my head) about a thousand leads for this post as last night’s game zigzagged and careened like a drunken sailor.
It wasn’t even so much like the whole season in a nutshell. It was more like every single important theme and question and argument and innuendo and bravado about the W’s all being twisted so tight at the same time that the whole neck of the violin was about to explode and splinter at the very apex of the performance.
For example (and it’s just one), Draymond (a) drawing a charge; then (b) getting a completely unnecessary and potentially enormously harmful technical; and then (c) hitting a must-have 3…all in about 10 seconds.