We aren't going to win a ring next year, we likely won't until we reset post-LMA in this author's humble opinion. That doesn't matter though. What drew us to this game originally wasn't wins or losses, it's the beauty of this incredible game.
The perfect angle of a bounce pass that connects in traffic. Ten thousand fans breathing in at once all rising to their feet. Flashbulbs in slow motion as a player rises up beyond the arc. The high pitched squeak of a sneaker as an athlete crosses over in one fluid motion. The ball tracing a perfect arc falling towards the basket. The sacred geometry of a back cutting player catching a lob above the rim. Clutch free-throws as thousands hold their breath. The tingling anticipation as both Centers rise up for the opening tip. Your dad, or brother, or friend slapping your shoulder in excitement. Reminiscing about past runs at the ring. Having seen legends born on the hardwood. Careers rising from the ashes of seemingly permanent injuries. The drama and heartbreak of seeing a player carried off the floor. Ten thousand throats reverberating with the word De-FENCE. A million more emotions images and sights to behold indelibly imprinted on our memories.
It's not the process of free agency, it's not some balls tumbling in a bin to determine a lottery pick. It's the awe those slow motion moments provide...where the mind stops and the beautiful poetry of this game pierces your soul and echos in the depths of your being. The love of the game is why we gather.
So, thank you Trailblazers for bringing families and friends together and creating enchanted memories.
I want to thank my 4 1/2 year old son and deceased father for inspiring this post. I took my boy to his first games last season and he had almost no clue what was going on. He doesn't know stats or the CBA, he doesn't understand free agency and didn't know who won until I told him. Every game he watched we lost...and he loved every minute of it.