Years from now, when I’m a wizened old codger sitting in my La-Z-Boy rocker shouting mindless profanity into a 16K television set as the Warriors lose their 30th consecutive game, my grandkids will come up to me and ask me to tell them about basketball when I was growing up. I’ll talk about the time the Warriors knocked off MVP Dirk Nowitzki and the 1-seed Dallas Mavericks, and the time Baron Davis put Andrei Kirilenko on a poster. I’ll talk about how the Warriors lucked into Stephen Curry in the draft, and nearly flipped him for Amare Stoudemire. I’ll tell them about Monta Ellis’ moped escapades, the ownership change, the addition of Jerry West to the team’s brain trust, and the drafting of Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, and Harrison Barnes.