My mind is spinning. I am beside myself with this trade. Overjoyed. There is so much that I want to say about it, and I would love nothing better than to stay up until 4:00 AM saying it in this space. But I can’t. My priority right now is fulfilling my life long dream, and that is winning the poker tournament in which to date I have never finished better than in 18th place: The World Series of Poker Championship Event. Day 2a starts tomorrow at noon, and I’m going to be there, rested, focused and primed to rampage.
If I manage to survive day 2, I will get another day off before day 3 begins. And then I will say what I need to say, about the merits of this trade, about the great and visionary NBA lifer who made it happen, and about the legions of ill-educated and vicious national and Bay Area writers whose credibility this trade has irrevocably destroyed.
I will say this before I return my focus to dominating the field in my poker tournament. This trade will go down as one of the great moments in the history of the Golden State Warriors franchise. And in the Bay Area, and indeed in the country, there was exactly one journalist/blogger who knew it would happen, who understood why it would happen, and who predicted it would happen, steadily and faithfully, through two of the most hellish seasons any team has ever suffered. One.
You’re reading him.