There’s an attitude in the Warriors that is so super cool, and nonchalant. It’s hipster basketball. They’re good. They know it. And throughout the season, most people have given them the space to do their thing. But now in the compressed space of a 7-game series, every loose ball becomes a challenge point. But the Warriors stop, the Cavs keep going. That’s the margin for champions.
Solution: Show up Warriors, at the start. Don’t be too cool for the room. Get hot. You can’t take three quarters to heat up like grandpa’s hot plate. Start with a boil. Go amok. Otherwise, let fans know you’re not in it, so we can start paying attention to the Giants.
There’s still time. But you don’t show up to a brawl with LeBron James and expect to be able to finesse your way to victory.
They show up with a sledge hammer and dynamite. The Dubs show up with a Swiss army knife and the flashlight on their iPhones.
Ah, but those Giants.
Chris Heston showed up on Tuesday. I’d like to see LeBron James hit his curve ball. The Metropolitans played like Podunkers. And the Giants gave their pitcher support. Joe Panik showed his “home” fans his stuff and solidifies the notion that he’s the guy at Second Base. This night it was his bat. The World Series showed us his glove. But thank god for Heston. In a season where the vets are rocky, hurt, or recovering, Madbum is still the guy. But Heston. The no-hitter puts him up their with Charlton. He could be their rookie Moses to help lead the Giants to baseball’s October promised land.
Get to know Heston:
He really is nicknamed “Hesto Presto.”
