Did anybody catch that NBA awards show last night? I skipped that joint. Quite frankly, I’m still working through the stages of grief after the Golden State Warriors ran out of bodies and jumpshots against a worthy Toronto Raptors squad.
That’s the weird thing for me about cheering for a former bottom feeder-recently-turned-juggernaut: the excitement over individual awards falls flat compared to the taste of championship champagne.
After 73 wins and plenty of individual awards, we’re five years deep into the “Strength in Numbers” dynasty. Personal regular season glory has taken a backseat to the hunt for titles.