I watched Game 6 of the Golden State Warriors first-round series against the Houston Rockets at a bar in Oakland, surround by neighbors at the birthday party of a man I knew primarily because our dogs (both doodles) are friends. At one point, I looked across the bar and realized that most of the guests were a full decade younger than me, full of energy and vigor, all unlikely to commit 30 fouls in a closeout home game.
Was that an indication of the Warriors’ 115-107 home loss in Game 6, one that sent them back to Houston for a deciding Game 7 Sunday night, ruining their chances to advance and raising the possibility of another decade of jokes about blowing a 3-1 lead?