An Open Letter To The Warriors

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Dearest Golden State Warriors,

We love you. Really, we do. Since the dark days of Terry Teagle, we’ve been by your side, and truth be told, we’re probably never going to hop off the bandwagon.

But please don’t fuck up this year.

The Bay Area just wouldn’t be able to take it. You see, we’ve had quite a bit of suffering since you saw us last spring. When you got bounced from the playoffs in April—we’re sick of the Jazz too, by the way—the Bay Area sports scene was a totally different beast. The Giants were struggling a bit in the early going, but everyone thought it would just be a matter of time before Barry Zito got back on track and Barry Bonds broke the record. We had no idea how painful the baseball season would turn out.

Just like you, the 49ers entered the season with lofty expectations. They were a darkhorse. The trendy pick to make some noise. And, clearly, the bar was set too high, because lordy, those games are terrible.

And then we have you, Golden State Warriors. Playoffs are expected. The Clippers are done. The Kings are done. The Lakers are in turmoil. The Suns are an injury away from being vincible. You’re coming off the best playoff series in history. The table is set.

But things could go wrong pretty easily. Baron could go down. Monta may have peaked. Barnes could be a non-factor. Biedrins might not be able to carry the load down low. Nellie could lose interest and find himself in Hawaii by February. Last year may have been lightning in a bottle.

Prove us wrong. Save the Bay Area. Please.

Sincerely,

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