Midway through the second half, I turned to my neighbor in press row, shook my head, and voiced my frustration – “horrible.” Minutes later, I did it again – “terrible.” Minutes later, again – “pathetic.” Minutes later – “putrid.” Shortly thereafter, I ran out of adjectives entirely, and just shook my head. My neighbor did the same; what more was left to say? In a pseudo must-win game, with their Game 3 injury casualties returning, Al Attles in the building, and Paul Pierce doing his best to jinx the Raptors by picking them to win the game, the Warriors got absolutely walloped in the second half, blowing a first-half lead that was as large as 11 in a woeful, no-good performance.
The Penultimate Peril (Warriors 92, Raptors 105)
