One of the biggest talking points for the Warriors this offseason was the future of David Lee. Lee had been a starter for the Warriors but lost his starting job when he got hurt. Since then, he had been riding the bench and even some games not even suit up. With $15 million owed to him next season, the Warriors knew they had to move him.
What Lee did this season was so professional. He didn’t complain about his demotion and played when he was called. He was a great mentor to the younger players and with his experience, he had a lot of wisdom to share. Even though he was here during the dark years, he knew that winning was more important than his personal gain. So he took the backseat this season. And he was vital to the Warriors’ championship run by playing some very important minutes.
The Warriors winning the championship was a dream come true to me and naturally I had to find a way to the parade. I knew that it was going to be hard to get up to the Bay from LA but I figured it out. I would take a midnight bus from LA up to Oakland. I arrived at the West Oakland BART station at 6:20 in the morning and took a one station stop to Lake Merritt.
Walking to the rally location was quite an adventure. There were people camping their spots at least a few hours before I even got there and trying to find my friends was really difficult. But once I got to a nice spot on the grass with the lake right behind me, it was a great view of the stage.
Patience is hard to come by when you’re a fan of a franchise that has struggled to reach the top for 40 years. It’s hard to believe that something good can happen when everything wrong has happened. I didn’t think that the enduring pain of seeing the Warriors falter for so many years would go away.
Yet tonight, all that pain and suffering was washed away. Just like that.
Being a Warriors fan wasn’t easy growing up. I was in first grade when I mimicked my first basketball player. That was Chris Mullin. I thought the Warriors were the best. But in the following years, we would see bad trades, bad coaches and bad play. Yet I stuck with them. I didn’t know any better. But I knew that they were the team I fell in love with first and I would stick with them. They were my home team. They represented me. I represented them.
Last night, I was a madman. I must have disturbed my neighborhood full of Lakers and Clippers fans with my yelling. I screamed, I was calling for blood as the Warriors were trying to put away the Cavs in Game 5.
You should have heard me scream for blood when Draymond Green sat on Matthew Dellavedova’s cranium. You should have heard me scream when Andre Iguodala made that improbable flip layup late in the game. You should have seen me yell “In your face!” when Curry nailed that late trey from Fremont.
It started to sink in that the Warriors are that close. That close to erasing 40 years of frustration. They are that close to bringing a championship to the Bay Area. The Warriors are the team that the Bay can agree upon as their team. This team has united the Bay and I am so proud to be a part of this fan base. Continue reading
My favorite photo I took last night.
My favorite photo I took last night.As a Warriors fan since the first time I picked up a basketball as a little kid, I have always loved basketball. It was my first passion in sports and the Warriors were my team. Attending Game 1 of the NBA Finals — a dream I thought might never happen — happened. I knew that this was a game I had to attend. Because I live in LA now, making it out to one game was a task in itself and the timing just worked out perfectly. For me, attending this first game was what I wanted. And it lived up to it.
This was reportedly the most expensive Game 1 ticket in NBA history. It was. I paid a lot of money to get my ticket. But I was willing to sacrifice about a week’s worth of a paycheck to be at the game. My friends and I hopped on BART at around 3:30pm to get to Oracle. It was a nice ride to the arena without the worry of parking or anything.
The buzz was exciting just outside the arena. People were taking pictures with the NBA Finals backdrop and there was just this excitement. They opened the doors up at 4pm and I decided to go in with my friends. Because I got in real early, it wasn’t really that packed early. The atmosphere, the electricity was ready to burst. I was so excited to just be in the environment and celebrate the Warriors and their magical journey.
New shirt available at the Warriors’ online store.
Since the NBA designated their logo to the back of the jerseys for this season, some have wondered if the NBA Finals patch will also be placed on the back. In years past, the NBA Finals patch has been placed in the front of the jersey. Last year, they combined both the NBA logo and the NBA Finals patch together into one.
So this year, with the NBA logo above the player name, the NBA appears to have decided to keep the NBA Finals logo on the front of the jersey.
If shirt jerseys (shirseys) are any indication, the NBA Finals patch will look like the above. Instead of a gold patch, it’s the wordmark for the NBA Finals and the NBA logo. It’s very minimal and it’s a first in my memory that they are using the script of “The Finals” as the patch for the championship round. Additionally, it doesn’t feature any gold or the image of the championship trophy.
It’s different but it makes sense. For the championship round, you want the photos and videos of the games to be distinguishable from other games from the season. Having the patch on the back of the jersey limits the visibility. But keeping it in front works well. So if this is what the NBA is doing, it’s a smart move. The patch could have been bigger or featured some gold (or even the Larry O’Brien Trophy), but I have no issue with this design. Simple works for me.
Stephen Curry — the MVP and the leader for the Warriors.
I remember when I was in 1st grade when I started to watch a little bit of basketball. The first team I watched were the Golden State Warriors. Later, I remember reading about Joe Smith and I thought the Warriors were a good team. They had guys like Latrell Sprewell and Chris Mullin (who ended up being my favorite player) and I just kept following the team. I didn’t know any better. All I knew was that the NBA was full of great superstars but the Warriors were my team and maybe they were stars too. They weren’t, according to the commercials and advertisements they would air on national TV. I didn’t know any better. I thought the Warriors were good.
As the years went by, the Warriors did not play well. They drafted poorly. They overpaid bad players. They didn’t win. They had so many coaching changes. Just a lot of bad moves. Yet I still followed them. I remember Scott Burrell, Vonteego Cummings, the false hopes of the 1999 season and losing great players like Gilbert Arenas while booing an owner during a jersey retirement ceremony.