Friday night, in the third quarter of a home game against the Boston Celtics, Steph Curry started throwing up threes with no more trouble than a drunk trying to fall onto a sofa. Six for six he was, the kind of eruption that literally changes the dimensions of the game: He buried one trey from just inside the Warriors’ midcourt logo over two defenders who had commuted out to challenge him. It was a damn spectacle that seemed to change even the way ESPN’s cameramen framed the game; they were zooming out, to get the Muppet Show that is the lower bowl at Oracle Arena going ape for every improbable splash. But, fuck it, I like watching basketball, and I like watching this particular Warriors team, so why not all be vicarious lower-bowl Oracle silicon front-running millionaire Chads while we can?
It’s also fun as shit to watch those cats lose, though, as they did to Boston, which snapped a league-record 54-game home win streak. Flip through the Warriors’ side of the box score, you’ll notice the W’s hit 20 3-pointers (on just 43 attempts), yeah, whoa. Meanwhile, the Celtics’ line was seemingly much more conventional. They hit a few more free throws, forced a few more turnovers. They’re one of the few squads in the league that like to run as much as the Warriors; in the second half, Isaiah Thomas was the fastest player on the floor, and with shoulders that let him bash his way through Curry and right to the rim. The Warriors may well top the Bulls’ record 72 wins in a season, but they’re not invulnerable (certainly not when Andre Iguodala’s out and Andrew Bogut musters only 4 points and 4 boards).