The Mavs current disintegration at the hands of the harshest team in basketball makes me feel like a child again.
Not like being 70 minutes through "The Mighty Ducks" happy.
More like Reggie Miller has just stolen the ball from the Knicks and drilled another three-pointer, and I'm at my uncles house flipping the fuck out, hopping all over the living room like a dumb dog.
--my favorite feeling until I discovered masturbating high.
I can't really put my finger on it. Much like the Pacers of my childhood, I have no legitimate connection to Golden State. I didn't follow them at all before the playoffs. All things considered, I should be beyond excited that I'm going to game 4 of the Nuggs/Spurs tonight.
But I just can't get the Warriors out of my head.
From seeing them play the Nuggets on public access shit TV a few times and their out-gunning of the Suns on National TV, I knew that they were ballsy as hell, and fucking fun to watch.
I can even claim that I called this as one likely upset, even if I never mentioned it to anyone but myself.
But watching the Warriors is like watching a pack of rabid wolves crashing a dog show. Dallas, with their pedigreed MVP candidate and ass-sniffing point guard (Devin Harris needs to be fouled hard everytime he goes to the rim), is left getting chewed up and regurgitated into the mouths of the hungry Golden State fans.
Dallas is feeling what it's like to play starving basketball.
It doesn't help that the Warriors system is effectively shutting Dirk down, and all his teammates are being ridiculously out-hustled. Plus his coach can't seem to figure out anything that works consistantly on either end of the floor.
Defensivly, if he goes big he has to play Diop, due to Dampier being so goddamned slow. Regardless, both of them are lightening-rods for fouls because the Warriors take it to the rack so strong and Dirk provides no interior threat.
Offensively, I don't understand why Avery hasn't tried to get Howard more touches. In the second half of game 4 he seemed to trying to go through Terry or Stack almost exclusively, and while both were hot for periods, obviously neither was the ticket. Howard is the one guy the Mavs have that is faster and bigger than the Warriors, and he was the one who provided the big boosts during the first half. 20 points in the first half and 2 in the second? Get your head out of Stack's ass, Avery, and give the ball to Howard.
Adjustments can be made, and Stack and Terry can call all the "player only meetings" they want, but its not going to change the fact that Golden State is faster, more aggresive, and obviously wants to win a hell of a lot more.
Really, none of this matters one iato.
Because Baron Davis is on a mission from God.
He's out of this world. He takes control of the game with every dribble, breaking Mavs' backs with every shot. He's taking the best team with the best player in the league out to the dump. Then he's taking them out of the back of his truck and smacking them around for a few minutes.
But he's doing it so effortlessly that I can't help but think back to Reggie getting that look on his face.
The "fuck everything, we're winning this game." look.
When the rare instance of a player finding the perfect blend of adreneline, skill, team support, and, most of all, passion occurs, not even the 67-win show dogs can slow him down.
Davis glides through double teams, around defenders like they're cones, scores like there's no way he could miss, and commands the entire universe around him. He's a childhood dream coming true in real-time. He's moonwalking.
Apparently Davis asked Nelson what he needed to do before game 4.
"To dominate."
Baron: "Ok coach."
Seriously.
