As the NBA offseason shifts from ludicrous speed to the twilight zone, and as the euphoria of the Warriors winning their second title in three years starts to die down, I wanted to take this opportunity to hold court. Time for story time, Fast Break style. As the passage of time fuzzes up the memory, my apologies if I get any specific details wrong – the broad strokes of this post are unvarnished fact.
When I moved to California with my family in 2004 as a scrawny and bespectacled 10 year old, my knowledge of basketball was limited to what was possible in Space Jam and a single Boston Celtics home game that I attended.