Chris Mullen used to run the track at my high school. When I was younger, I remember when the basketball games were good. My dad loved the basketball games. I remember watching a middle aged man pacing back and forth on the court. Blonde-ish hair, flat, 80s style.

We always had nosebleed seats to the games I went to. I can barely remember the baseball games, only remembering that I got fidgety and really just paced around the snack stands. But the basketball games, I remember sitting at the top watching the players play below like ants lost in a maze.

When I was older, the Warriors weren’t great. But I had friends who were not fairweather fans. I saw them at the Madison Square garden. They lost of course. And then once in Oakland. They did win that one time. It was my friend’s birthday and it was the gift he wanted. I remember being not myself, being a little talkative.

So today, Warriors vs. Mavericks. Chris was over and we had the radio at 1050. An excited announcer giving the play by play. I did fall asleep during the 4th quarter, a 23 point lead by the Warriors. And later woke up to a quiet room and a jubilant Chris. “They won,” he exclaimed. “The biggest upset in NBA history!”