I don’t think I’ll ever watch a replay or even highlights of the 2016 NBA Finals.
For one, it would be unbearably painful. But it goes beyond that. To do so would be to relive the improbable downfall of the infallible Warriors, the demise of a 73-win juggernaut that — and there’s no other way to put it — choked away a championship like none other.
I’m not ready to accept that. It’s been a few days, and I think I’ve moved past “denial” and “anger” and on to the “bargaining” part of the five stages of death.