You could write a million words about Klay Thompson playing basketball (I probably have) and not capture the magic of it. There is an elusive pureness to Klay’s game that is cheapened in words like “shooter,” “gamer,” “tireless,” and “clutch.” He’s the type of player that makes us believe in clichés, not the type of player you can capture with them. There is an energy that flows between Klay and Warriors fans — a dark matter — that is largely unspoken but undeniable in its force. There’s never been a better moment to measure the significance of that bond then Wednesday night, as the news of Klay’s draft-day achilles injury rippled through the NBA world.