Panic is a powerful force in this world. It often forces one to devolve into bouts of impulsive declarations and actions. It is especially deadly when it grips a foundation that has often found itself strong, stable and seemingly unbreakable. When cracks begin to show, panic becomes the cuisine of the human mind, perhaps as the only rational outcome of a collective ego that has feasted on nothing but success and pride.
Once upon a time, the Golden State Warriors found mediocrity and failure as the status quo. Expectations for each game were as low as Death Valley — each victory was treated as a playoff win, a mini-championship for every upset against a top-tier contender.