With apologies to Andre Iguodala and Quentin Tarantino, the night the Warriors won their first title since 1975, this is how I tucked my son in.
Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you.
See, I’m your dad.
I was in that pit of hell called being a Warriors fan for 40 years.
Forty years. I know that’s hard for you to understand, but that’s the entirety of my life. My whole life.
Hopefully, you’ll never have to experience this yourself, but when fans are in a situation like that, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other.
If it had been me who had not made it, perhaps another long-suffering Warrior fan would be talking right now to you. But the way it turned out it’s just me.
I’ve got somethin’ for you.
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