The Warriors challenge everyone’s feared rival: time
They say that nobody beats him time, but if the Warriors rise as champions this year, they will have achieved precisely that.
This is the story of a triumph against time. A battle inch on an inch to belong. Stephen Curry, Draymond Green, Jimmy Butler III. Three veterans. Three musketeers. In the Triple Earth, in the sport that made this number an insistence and aim argument, we have three.
Always three.
The playoffs as a battle scenario. The nostalgia that hugs with the present.
Never leave, champion.
The tired heavyweight gets back to the ring to show the world he can still. That a hand in time will cause the knockout, which with a spark in time can change everything. Wait, not so fast. It is there. It is now: the right time to get it. Welcome to the NBA that goes against the coming NBA. Because the Anthony Edwards built is accommodated in the other quadrilateral bank. The Matagigators. The one who loaded Kevin Durant last year, LeBron James in this, and now goes for Curry.
Lince’s eyes, fine legs, new blood. Who gives more? In San Francisco, the past wants to cling to the present. In Minnesota, the future opposes resistance to take off. Physics is science that will explain the logical. Throw and push. But it will be chemistry, at the end of the night, which will allow us to recognize the final result.
Golden State Warriors survives in the NBA with experience. With trade. Without a defined center, it is the archers who lead to triumph. When it’s not curry, it’s Buddy Hield, or Brandin Podziemski. Steve Kerr’s strategy relies on low formations, but there is something that exceeds tactics and strategy: they rest in character. In the soul of an unforgettable team. Green is the defense, the dark side, the X factor of every team that is worth wanting to go over its possibilities. And Butler, replacing in Klay Thompson’s dynasty, is a player extracted from the 1990s: in the Triple land, he is double. In the era of long distance, he is the average.
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
As happened to the Rockets, the Warriors will go in knit before each rival that touches. Because in the radiography of each series, now in more, they will have less real potential. We know it. They know. But they will do the extra to demonstrate otherwise. Because in sport, as in life, you have to know how to lose. But you also have to know how to win, something that they demonstrated on Sunday at the Toyota Center in Houston and intend to continue doing it before talents that show themselves more young and faster.
These Warriors are really warriors. Because they are human, but they undertake a challenge that corresponds to the gods. The impossible dream of return. Its real, mobilizing, dreamy competition is against the calendar. In each triple about Curry, in each Green defense, in each Butler scream there is a rebellion against the invisible chains that bring the passage of the years. Harry Houdini, in loop, liberating from the locks before the astonishment of those present. Run again at age 20. Lower the window and receive the wind on the face. Feel immortal at night. Dawn with the page of blank.
Feeling that the world still belongs to us.
The Warriors play, in some way, with us with a shield. With the 40+ Navy that accompanies this journey to El Dorado from the Living Chair of each house. Among children who dodge remote controls. With some gray hair that rebel, unpunished, in front of the mirror. We are the ones who know who they were. We are the ones who know, in our own flesh, the sacrifice and effort they are making to be again.
Logic lovers, the staunch followers of cold mathematics, will be eloquent in the conclusion: you cannot overcome at the same time. We, those who defend literature and poetry, who believe that miracles can be conquered from the form, we will assess the main fact of this sterile search: try. Against everything.
Against all.
The infinite aim of Stephen Currythe man who changed the game. Basketball raised in the street of Jimmy Buckets. The Darth Vader mode of Green. We want the Warriors, yesterday, today, tomorrow, live forever. Impossible? Where we are going, there are no impossible. Welcome, dear friends, to the NBA playoffs. The time space in which the wonderful, the unpredictable and the unlikely, happens.
