It is hard to explain how emotionally devastating the Warriors loss to the Pacers was tonight. I think it may just be the worst thing I've ever seen. From the start of my life until today I have never been physically fucked up over a sporting event. The only feeling I can think of is waking up on November 4th, 2004 to learn John Kerry had conceded and the hope of restoration had been shredded. I cried that morning, and I made sure no one was watching me, because who could accept a dude crying over an election? I didn't cry when the Pacers destroyed us in the fourth quarter but I did go through a numb evening, plagued by existential doubt, trying to find wisdom in the words of Aeschylus, "from grief comes wisdom" and drowning my sorrows in the most appropriate of places, the Bro-N-Co. There were a number of kind of shitty Dave Matthews frat boy bands playing and they ranged from bad to "is this really happening?" bad. The high (low?) point came during a beat box version of the CLASSIC Red Hot Chilli Peppers "Under the Bridge".
Anyway, the anniversary of the big trade with Indiana is today. A massive eight man trade, but focused on the former Warriors now Pacers Tory Murphy and Mike Dunleavy (the living representation of our past failures in the Golden State mythos) and the former Pacers now Warriors Stephen Jackson and Al Harrington. The Pacers have improved Dunleavy as a player and their franchise is on the up and up (to be polite) and everyone seems to agree that the trade was a good thing for them. But for us it represented so much more. The Trade gave us back our manhood. The Trade led to "We Believe". It began to erase the twelve years of shame inflicted on us by mediocre players, bad management, ridiculous salaries. And for Jackson it seemed to do even more than that, his wild man antics were co-opted by Nellie and he was given responsibility and made Captain. He won us a lot of games with clutch performances even if he shot shit for the first three quarters. And tonight the Pacers, despite playing like dogshit in the first and third, scored 42 points in the final quarter for the win. Stephen and Al, who brought the spark that helped get us to our first playoffs in an NBA generation were soundly crushed by Dunleavy and Murphy, the living embodiments of the hapless Warrior. Tonight did not feel good.
On the other hand, now that I've had about 12 hours to think about it, I hope maybe this could serve as a wake-up call. That is my optimistic heart talking! At least the Trailblazers lost their game today as well. Bitches.
Speaking of bitches, Blur just shifted my ambivalent attitude towards them into hatred.
On a more serious note, why the lack of sidewalks in rich neighborhoods? That is whack.
