Major Nelson: How’d you get in that crazy bottle, anyway?
Jeannie: Oh, a wicked and powerful djinn put me in there…
Well, this is it. Farewell to feltbot. I spoke about my reasons for ending the blog in a post before last year’s championship run, if you’re interested. In a nutshell, everything I’ve yearned for and advocated in Warriors’ basketball has come to pass, and I feel like I have nothing left to say. Well, almost nothing. I have enough left in the tank for one final rant, or appreciation, or whatever it is you want to call what I’ve done here.
But first I’d like to take this opportunity to once again thank the loyal readers and posters I’ve had here, many of whom posted kind words when I first announced my departure. You made this blog a special place for me, something I truly never envisioned when I first began this quixotic endeavor, and you inspired me to keep posting my rants and appreciations, laments and war cries, for far longer than I ever would have believed possible. Thanks for coming along on the ride with me. And what a miraculous ride it was in the end, no?
I will be leaving the blog afloat for awhile, a digital monument to folly. As before, the comments section is scheduled to lock after 30 days, but this time it’s for good. Disappointing to my fellow blog participants, I know, and I regret that, but essential to me as I turn my full attention to my next project.
Ok, let’s do it. As you might have deduced from the first two posts of this three part series, I’m going to end this blog exactly as I began it, writing about someone who has never received the recognition he’s deserved, even though he’s now in the NBA Hall of Fame. A true and remarkable genius whose astonishing legacy to the Warriors, to the fans of the Bay Area, and to the game of basketball itself, has gone completely unacknowledged since the Warriors won the championship.
A man whose name was writ in water. Continue reading