So far this season I have covered the team twice as a credentialed media member and spectated twice as a fan. I covered the home opening loss (0-1) to the Denver Nuggets, then brought my Dad Pappy —I call him Paps— who had visited that weekend to witness the new and fully operational Death Star (0-2) from the San Francisco Bay two days later.
Paps is no basketball junky. Though he knows little about Xs and Os, he appreciates the fine nuances of “muscle guys” and exciting short, springy guards.
During the game, we had an interaction that went a little something like this:
Paps: I don’t get it, are these Pels good?