Warriors Win Game 1 of Western Conference Finals 110-106

(Photographs by Ezra Shaw & Ray Chavez)

By Connor Buestad | connorbuestad@gmail.com

The magician that is Steph Curry made another jaw-dropping buzzer beater on Tuesday night in Game 1 of the Western Conference Finals. And just like in Game 6 of the Warriors’ second round series in Memphis, it punctuated a key turning point in the game, not to mention how it effectively ripped out the heart of the opponent.

In hindsight, Tuesday night’s end-of-the-half dagger by Steph was much more garden variety than the 62-foot bomb we saw last Friday night in Memphis, but it was equally as meaningful. There is a good chance Mark Jackson was yelling “there goes that man again,” while Curry stood and soaked in the frenzied roar of the Oracle crowd to end the first half, but it was tough to hear the man. 

As of late, the Dubs seem to be making a habit of toying with opponents, then going on NBA Jam-esque runs to blow teams out of the water. Last night’s second quarter seemed to be one of those times. With Andrew Bogut in foul trouble and the Warriors down 14 points with half-time looming, the Golden State stormed all the way back to end the half with a mini lineup of Steph, Klay Thompson, Shaun Livingston, Harrison Barnes, and Draymond Green (no one over 6'7"). The second quarter barrage was culminated by a beautiful dribble-step-back jumper by Curry that set Oracle Arena on fire.

Despite fielding over-rated chants from a typically lively Oakland crowd, MVP runner up James Harden still clearly exhibited his star status as he put on a show of his own in the second half to keep things interesting. Even so, Harden’s 28 paled in comparison to Steph’s 34 (including six 3’s). If Tuesday is any indication, 37-year-old Jason “The Jet” Terry and the Rockets will continue to be at Steph’s mercy throughout the series.

Game 2 is back at Oracle on Thursday, and Charmin-soft Dwight Howard is already complaining about his sore knee, which is music to any e40/Dubs fan’s ears. In five tries this year, Houston has had a serious problem stopping Golden State, losing each and every time. And unless Trevor Ariza and James Harden collectively go NBA Jam-he's-on-fire-mode, Thursday could be more of the same.   

The Warriors Return to Roaracle for Pivotal Game 5

By Connor Buestad | connorbuestad@gmail.com

To be honest, Warriors Faithful should have known better. No doubt, this is a bruised and battered basketball fan base in Oakland that has weathered many losing season storms, so I see the logic in walking on pins and needles through this playoff run. But at this juncture, I believe it is time to collectively (albeit apprehensively) hand over our keys to Steph Curry, sit quietly in the passenger seat, and let blind faith steer us through Memphis and home to the Western Conference Finals.  

Friendly reminder: The Warriors didn’t lose more than two games in a row all season long. Hell, they didn’t lose more than two games at home for the entire regular season. So that’s why it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when the Dubs were able to dig themselves out of a 2-1 series hole in Game 4 and avoid losing three straight to Memphis.

The last time Golden State had suffered two consecutive losses was back in early April when they sputtered versus the Spurs and the Pelicans. In the following game at home against Damian Lillard’s Blazers, Curry promptly quieted any whispers that the Dubs had lost their edge, to the tune of 45 points over Portland. It was one of the Warriors many statement games this season, not to mention a fruitful stop on Steph’s MVP campaign trail.

This is the first full series that Curry has officially worn the MVP Belt, and after a uncharacteristically cold shooting night at “The Grindhouse” in Game 3, people like Charles Barkley began to toss around the possible “live by the three, die by the three” narrative. Fortunately, said narrative doesn’t appear to have any legs, as Chef Curry successfully sharpened his sword prior to Game 4 and finished with a resounding 33 points to even the series at two-a-piece.

Not only did the Dubs collectively re-discover their three-point rhythm in Game 4 (They shot roughly 20% from beyond the arc in games 2 and 3 as compared to almost 40% in Game 4), but they also rolled out an unorthodox defensive strategy that paid immediate dividends. Kerr, gambling on Tony Allen’s bum hamstring, made sure to keep Andrew Bogut entrenched in the paint to help out on Marc Gasol and Z-Bo. Left open, Allen was still unable to produce offensively in Game 4.

Now that the Warriors have re-gained home court advantage, we are looking at a three game series, the winner likely getting the very-beatable LA Clippers in the Western Finals. Game 6 will be back in Memphis on Friday, while the if-necessary Game 7 will be held in Oakland this Sunday. Vegas has appointed the Dubs a 9 ½ point favorite tonight, and coming off a 17-point road win on Monday in which they tallied 14 three-pointers, you can’t help but believe they will ride the Roaracle crowd to a 3-2 series advantage going back to Tennessee.

And if for whatever reason you lose faith on Wednesday night (perhaps Z-Bo gets hot or Mike Conley goes on a tear), just remember that Draymond Green’s mom stream-of-consciousness in-game twitter feed is about all the positive chatter you will need to get yourself through the end of this heavyweight series and beyond.

Keep enjoying the ride, Dubs fans. Let Roracle rip... 

“Skeletons in the Closet” - A Warriors Fan Faces His Dark Past

Ah yes, the Sprewell Era. Where do we begin?

Ah yes, the Sprewell Era. Where do we begin?

By Jamie Coffis | @touchcoffis86

Last Tuesday, I watched my Golden State Warriors lose a game to the New Orleans Pelicans 103-100, and I won’t lie, it was a little bit of a bummer. It was a bummer until I saw Stephen Curry’s face as he walked off the floor and gave a shrug to Steve Kerr that seemed to say something along the lines of “Eh, I could complain about getting fouled on that 3-point attempt right there but we still clinched the 1-seed in the West like forever ago, so whatever, I’m already over it.”

And at that moment, it all came rushing back to me. OH YEA, WE’RE AMAZING! It’s easy to forget that fact, but at the same time it shouldn’t be. Especially after what Warriors fans are used to feeling around this time of the year. We are in uncharted territory. It’s seriously never been this good for me as a Warriors fan, and frankly, it’s terrifying.

I have this really weird and unsettling feeling in my stomach as we prepare to head into the playoffs. I went on Web MD and searched my symptoms and apparently it’s referred to as something called “confidence.” It’s a feeling that I and fellow Warriors fans are very unfamiliar with. We are used to agonizing defeats and unrealized potential. In the past, if we were to lose a playoff series, we would high five each other and congratulate ourselves on a good season. A series win and a free “We Believe” T-shirt used to be enough. Those days appear to be over. We have real expectations this year. And to be honest I don’t know how to handle it.

Thus, I decided to take a look back at the worst things I can remember happening as a Warriors fan for the last couple of decades in hopes of gaining some perspective as we head into what promises to be a frighteningly historic playoff run. So here it is, buckle in.

In no particular order, here are some terrible things that I can remember having to endure as a Golden State Warriors fan over the past 20 years or so.

1. Watching Andris Biedrins attempt a free throw

Oh God! Sir, are you drunk?

Seemingly Drunk Biedrins really started to suck by the end of his tenure as a Warrior. To make matters worse, it seemed like he never would convert a basket after getting fouled. It was never And-1, always And-2, and an ugly two at that. This is clearly anecdotal so I’ll punctuate this thought with some cold hard stats. “The Goose,” as I seem to remember one of his nicknames being, failed to shoot over 32% from the line after 2008-09. Sweet Jesus!

2. That one time our best player attempted to strangle his coach

What a preposterous sentence I just wrote. That seriously happened!? Let’s just say Latrell Sprewell had a very interesting career and strangling P.J. Carlesimo is probably what he will be most remembered for. And rightfully so, that’s quite bizarre.  Now we have the least strangle-able coach in the league. That is not anecdotal. That’s just good old fashioned irony.

3. Those uniforms, especially the orange ones

There were a few iterations of this style of uniform. None of them were particularly good. The lightning bolt stuff was altogether regrettable and those orange jerseys are some of the worst uniforms you will ever see. We played bad, and we looked bad. At least we were consistent.  

4. Some of the guys that we thought were the next great thing...

Larry Hughes

Pre-pubescent me was pretty excited when we acquired him at the trade deadline during another lost season. He lasted a little over two seasons for Golden State and went on to a pretty unremarkable career. 14 PPG in a 14 year career is not terrible by any means but we expected a lot more from Larry. It is also notable that he participated in the 2000 Slam Dunk contest that was held at Oracle Arena (the Vince Carter one) and did not complete a dunk.

Anthony Randolph

Admit it, we were all really pumped on this guy. Looking back I have no idea why. He looked like he was crying the whole time he was on the court. I think maybe he was?

Ike Diogu

Undersized low post scorer that didn’t really pan out. He was a lottery pick we had high hopes for. His career and playing ability made you wonder if someone could ever be as mediocre as him. He was ten pounds of mediocrity in a five pound bag.

Joe Smith

He was a number 1 pick! He wasn’t worse than Anthony Bennett (and who is), but he was one of the more unremarkable number 1 overalls in the last few decades when you consider how dominant he was as a Maryland Terp.  

5. That one time we almost had to play four on five

And they won the game! This was just the darndest thing you will ever see, but it is totally believable if you are Warriors fan. In retrospect, this was actually a pretty delightful game if you can believe it. Stephen Curry closed out his rookie year with his first 40 point game of his career.

6. Bad, and I mean BAD, contracts

Erick “Damp” Dampier - (7 years $48 million) Yea it sounds really bad until you realize that he opted out in the middle of this contract so that he could sign with Dallas for a mind boggling $73 million over 7 years. Yikes. Good riddance.

Andris Biedrins - (6 Years $63 million) He was productive initially and then afterwards not so much. Like not at all really.

Mike Dunleavy - (5 years $44 million) He’s had a solid career certainly (most of it not as a Warrior of course) but the best thing he ever did for the Bay Area was help us acquire Stephen Jackson and Al Harrington.

Corey Maggette - (5 years ~$50 Million) It was confusing then and its confusing now.

Adonal Foyle - (6 years 42 million) We were so happy with how well he played that we released him with 3 years and 29 million left on the deal. (But for the record, who doesn’t love Adonal).

None of this matters anymore though.

We have arrived. We are the team to beat not only in the West, but in the entire league. Our coach is Steve Kerr and he’s amazing. Stephen Curry is simply the best and most exciting basketball player on the planet right now. We have glue guys and role players coming out the woodwork. Draymond Green, Mo Speights, Shaun Livingston, Andre Igoudala, Harrison Barnes and even David Lee seem capable of becoming playoff heroes at some point or another over the course of the next several weeks. We have a healthy Andrew Bogut and Klay Thompson is our second best scorer and arguably the best two-way player in the NBA.

So cheers to making it through the lean years and coming out stronger on the other side, Warriors fans. Sometimes it’s scary how good we are now. Literally.  

“Champagne Campaign” – Curry Gives Us 45 More Reasons to 'Vote Steph'

The human torch, Steph Curry. (photo by Noah Graham)

The human torch, Steph Curry. (photo by Noah Graham)

By Connor Buestad | connorbuestad@gmail.com

It was a familiar scene inside TNT’s Studio J following Thursday’s Warriors win over Damian Lillard and the Portland Trailblazers. Four men, three of which were once NBA superstars, sat around the ultimate NBA water cooler and tried to figure out what they had just witnessed from Steph Curry. It’s something we all go through as followers of the enigma that is number 30.

Sure, this has happened time and time again this year as we all know. I keep telling myself it shouldn’t be a surprise. Steph gets hot early, and never really seems to ever cool off. His silky smooth jump shot so simple and repeatable that it becomes hard to believe when one of his beautifully arching shots actually draws iron. Out of Curry’s 45 points on Thursday, eight of them were 3’s. Most all of said 3’s could be traced back to a creative dibble series that allowed him to slip free of double teams and find a window from which to launch another bomb from. His celebrations were on point two, as they usually are. And the Oracle crowd boiled over once again, this time breaking into well-deserved chants of “M-V-P, M-V-P…”

By the time the first segment of TNT’s postgame show went to its first commercial break, it was clear Shaq had already finished his first glass of Curry Kool-Aid and had ordered another round. Meanwhile, Ernie Johnson, who has been through his fair share of “40 Games in 40 Nights,” was just trying to keep everything in perspective. But over on the other side of the desk sat Isiah Thomas, lifetime cardholder of the Detroit Pistons Bad Boy era teams. “Come playoff time, everything isn’t going to be so free and easy. You know, just run around the court nice and loose and pop shots up,” explained Thomas. “In the playoffs things slow down, there is more pressure on each shot. It’s different.”

Coming from a guy who was tasked with containing the greatest ever, Michael Jordan, Isiah’s smiling sentiment on Curry come playoff time is tough to ignore, even for a Warriors fan wearing a We Believe shirt.

Fortunately, the debate of whether Chef Curry can continue to somehow pull off this high wire act all the way to the NBA Finals is what will make the next six some-odd weeks of basketball so invigorating to watch. Can he keep doing this? Can he keep casting 3’s from the depths of double teams only to splash the net, again? Can he continue to find space where there is none in the playoffs and whip no-look passes to Draymond and Bogut for another easy dunk? Can this furious train just keep on rolling until it meets LeBron, Delly and the Cavs? Is this what we as Warriors fans should now comfortably expect? Or should we listen to Isiah Thomas.

That’s for you to decide I suppose. But for now, there’s no arguing that you should go ahead and enjoy the moment. There are three games left, all on Warriors Ground, and Curry already has made 276 3-pointers on the year. Ray Allen, aka Jesus Shuttlesworth, once hit 269 3-pointers in a season. No man has ever done better than that, except for Steph. Twice.

In 38 games in Oakland this year, the Warriors have won 36 of them. They are on pace to go 41 and 2 at Oracle Arena this year. That is insane. When the Warriors sadly move across the bay to a shiny new arena with all the corporate bells and whistles, there will inevitably be story after story about that wild year in 2015 when the Warriors had their Oakland faithful worked into a frenzy night after night. When a skinny kid from Davidson College won the MVP, not because he was the best player or the best athlete, but because he literally almost never missed a shot.

To Isiah’s credit, you know what he must be thinking. You can almost see him racking his brain and comparing the Steph of 2015 to the Jordan of 1991. This guy Curry can’t be that good, man. Unless he is…




(photo by Ray Chavez)

(photo by Ray Chavez)

“Good Kid, Mad City” – Steph Curry Captivates The Bay, One Jumper at a Time

The love is mutual. By Connor Buestad (connorbuestad@gmail.com)

I received the text out of the blue, around 6:15pm, on a dreary late December Tuesday night.

“Dubs vs t-wolves tonite at oracle. Can you roll?"

Normally, the answer would be no. I was all the way out in the Sunset District of San Francisco, the game started in less than an hour, the Warriors were playing pretty awful, Monta Ellis had just been traded to the Bucks for a bloke named Bogut, the list of excuses went on.

But anytime you can watch Luke Ridnour run the point for the T-Wolves alongside Ricky Rubio, Kevin Love, and Michael Beasley, you have to go, right? So I did. I dragged my ass through the city, over the bridge and down to The Oracle.

By the time I got to my buddy Mike's “lower-bowl-between-the-baskets” seats, it was already early in the second quarter. Beside some fundamentally sound pick-and-roll two-man game between Ridnour and Love, the game was sloppy at best. It had a “too many games in too few nights” NBA feel to it.

It wasn’t until just before halftime that I finally received the memo that it was “Chris Mullin Night” at the Arena. This meant that Mully would have his #17 jersey lifted to the rafters during a halftime ceremony. The ‘T’ and ‘M’ from RunTMC were going to be on hand, not to mention Tom Tolbert, Al Attles, Rick Barry, and Greg Papa. A who’s who of Warrior greats. Even Sharunas Marchulenis’ face was on my ticket stub. Suddenly, this night was shaping up to be much more interesting.

We all know what happened next. A dumpster fire broke out at center court. A textbook PR nightmare. An ugly lesson of sociology. An awful night in Warrior history.

It should have just been Mully out at center court with his wife and kids, and Mitch Richmond and Timmy Hardaway, and maybe Tom Tolbert. But god forbid if Warriors’ owner Joe Lacob decided to skip out to center court with a shit eating grin on his face and take the mic “to say a few words”.

When you are the owner of a franchise, there isn’t exactly someone above you to tell you when a bad idea is actually a terrible idea. So Joe Lacob went with his gut and took the mic, just days after trading away fan favorite, Monta Ellis.

A litany of angry boos rained down from the upper deck when Lacob tried to congratulate Mullin for being one of the best Warriors of all time. Mully attempted to take the mic back and put out the fire. It didn’t work. More boos rained down.

The lower bowl decided not to boo. Maybe because they were just stoked to be sitting in the lower bowl and were in a good mood, maybe because they were close enough to Lacob’s seats to feel some sympathy for the 5’2” owner. The upper deck, meanwhile, was unmerciful.

Rick Barry stole the mic (wearing a tan corduroy blazer, no less), and basically yelled at the fans to shut up and respect Mully’s night, but to no avail.

At that moment, the “We Believe Era" of Warrior basketball seemed like a lifetime ago. The Dubs were getting their ass-kicked by the T-Wolves, Monta was gone for good, and Mullin Night was getting drowned out by drunk/angry boo birds.

What a difference a year makes.

As it stands today, Lacob’s decision to get rid of Ellis not only seems defensible, but maybe even advisable. Curry and Ellis were allegedly not getting along, and there wasn’t enough room in the Warrior backcourt for two small guards who needed to constantly be shooting. Warrior brass decided to roll the dice on Curry’s ankle and not look back. If the 2013 playoffs are any indication, this has been the smartest decision Lacob has ever made in his life.


The phase “that player was born to _____” gets thrown around quite a bit. But in Stephen Curry’s case, it is safe to say he was indeed born to shoot. His dad, Dell, wasn’t much of a jumper, or a passer, or a defender, but if you left him open he didn’t seem to ever miss. A journeyman in the truest sense of the word, Dell played for five different NBA teams during his career. The formula went something like this: give Dell a uniform, give him a point guard that can find him open (ie. Muggsy Bogues), and he will nail jump shots for you. Rinse and repeat.

Now, what do you get when a shooter of that caliber marries a standout ACC volleyball star? Well, you get a more athletic version of Dell. And for this, Warrior fans are grateful.

Even though Steph was born with the perfect shooter’s DNA, it was always tough to believe the younger Curry would turn himself into a top tier scorer in the NBA. Talented, yes, but not LeBron, Carmelo, or Durant talented. Having the name Curry written on his back wasn’t enough to get big college basketball programs to give him a look. Instead, he had to settle on tiny Davidson College as a proving ground for his NBA worth. Three years later, after dominating the mid-major circuit, the NBA finally came calling.

Curry’s rap for his first three years in the league was “great shooter, bad ankle”. It seemed anytime Steph found himself getting in a groove and putting up big offensive numbers, his fragile ankle would give way. He’d spend a few weeks on the injured list while he tried to find a new ankle brace that would work out better. All the while Bay Area sports talk would argue whether or not Steph “would ever get right”.

The “Stephen Curry National Coming Out Party” took place where coming out parties are supposed to take place, at Madison Square Garden. On sport's biggest stage, in a nationally televised game, Mr. Curry went unconscious for four quarters. When he awoke, the 25 year old had poured in 54 points and 11 three pointers. Even though the Knicks ended up winning the game versus the shorthanded Warriors (D Lee got suspended for fighting the Pacers the night before), the New York fans were sheepishly cheering on the three-point artist by games end. The performance was a spectacle in a very Steph Curry kind of way. It wasn’t LeBron manhandling lesser opponents; it was Steph simply mastering the art of the three point shot. Just casting up a ton of shots… and not missing.

More of the same Steph Curry heroics were put on display when the underdog Warriors took on the Denver Nuggets in round one of the playoffs. Steph single handedly turned the series into appointment television for basketball fans across the nation. The 6’3” guard whipped The Oracle faithful into a frenzy, basically shooting whenever he touched the ball, draining three after three. In game four, Curry scored 22 points, in the third quarter alone.

Now in the Western Conference semi finals, the Warriors are flying back to Oakland tied 1-1 with the experience laden San Antonio Spurs. Game 1 turned out to be one of the more gut-wrenching losses in franchise history, with the Dubs blowing a 16 point lead with four minutes left in the game. Steph Curry’s second 22 point third quarter outburst of the playoffs had gone to waste and the Charles Barkley’s of the world seriously wondered if the Warriors could overcome such an inexcusable loss.

Game 2? Well game 2 turned out to be the Klay Thompson show. The second year player out of Washington State pulled his best Steph Curry impression and made 8 of his 9 three point shots on his way to a career high 34 points. The last time the Warriors had won a game in San Antonio, Thompson was a six year old.

Now dubbed the “Splash Brothers”, the Steph-Clay combo has no shortage of confidence from their coach, Mark Jackson. Says Jackson about his youthful backcourt, “I have the greatest shooting backcourt that has ever played the game… call my bluff.”

Calling Steph Curry and Klay Thompson the greatest shooting backcourt that has ever played the game is more than a little ridiculous when you stop and think about it. But at this point, no one in Dub Nation is thinking twice about anything, not even Joe Lacob. The hopes of a Warriors trip to the Western Conference Finals rests in the hands of Steph Curry. A good pair of hands indeed.

The Big Fundamental may have got the best of St. Mary's Brad Millard in '97, but this is 2013.