Sometimes the most obvious of realizations become credited as revelations-

I've loved the Warriors for along time. Not in the brevity, strictly platonic sense either. I love this team like a fat kid loves cake. I'm numb from a forlorn sense of emotional hi-jacking everytime J-Rich sends an authoritative 360 down, I can't look away.  Dunleavy excelling in this league after so many disappointing seasons is a credit to working under a guy named Bird. Even Troy Murphy is a statistical anomaly amongst the trees of the NBA (give me Murph over K-Mart anyday of the week, sans last year check out his career stats).

But the most intriguing alums, and I call them alums for the simple fact that Golden State is a staging ground for greatness, are on the verge of an implosion. With DeSaun Stevenson as it's court jester, the once Warriors-East Wizards are a bunch of directionless malcontents in need of respective changes of scenery. Don't tell that to their faces though or the beating they handed down on LeBron will look like that emasculating Kimbo Slice prime time debut let-down.

It's no secret. The Warriors need help. Not the kind of "divine intervention" we hoped and blindly prayed aloud for over the last few years. GS is close, in fact closer than any post-Barry team of the last 30 years in my opinion (no offense Mr. Mullin).

In my opinion, keep your hands off of Baron Davis you damn dirty ape!!!  Davis exists in a realm where past and present GSW untouchables reside. Two other current players, Jackson and Ellis can call this place home themselves. These three form the most intriguing match up problems for any team looking to run with the Warriors. But an athletic, long big on the wing is still needed to push us over the top.

Jamison fits this mold, the mold he forged years ago while killing it nightly in The Bay. Coming off a career year he will command a pretty penny but he's familiar with the east bay and don't forget........

In all attempts to create an identity molds are cast and if they are proved to be inadequate they are tossed aside. During the lottery-bound Twardzik-Adelman-Lanier-Montgomery-Musselman years draft day mishaps became commonplace. When a solid pick was chosen, say twice a decade, it was immediately discounted.

Antwan Jamison and Gilbert Arenas anchored a team for Golden State that was already flirting with postseason a few years back. Antwan with his smooth touch around the basket, outlandish rebounding abilities and deceptive speed was a quiet producer of many memorable performaces. Gil-Zero is an assassin; seemingly a mercenary looking for a new team to apply his craft. Jamsion once had consecutive 50 point games. Gilbert went from having zero chances at stardom, to throwing oops to J-Rich en route to another Slam Dunk title, and finally to the man with the ugliest signature shoe on the market.

The ones we let go should serve as our back up plan. We'll call it Back to the Future, Mullin is Doc, a man who is viewed as a  crackpot but manages to create success from apparent chaos. Nellie is an adorable pre-parkinsons Micheal J. Fox, along for the ride, not really sure where he is going or what the always strange outcome will be.

In this movie Davis lets the first two relatively healthy seasons go straight to his head and foolishly opts out of his current 17 million dollar final year of his contract. Scott Boras is even appalled at this greedy move, and he goes on to commit suicide days latter because he is so disturbed by Davis'  overwhelming selfishness.  Baron ends up in New York, is handed a New York Knicks jersey by P. Diddy at a news conference and  promptly trips and falls down the stage, tearing every last bit of organic matter in his right knee. He is added to the long and illustrious list of former Knicks greats whose knees turned into jelly and have looked back from time to time on their careers asking themselves "what if?"

authors note- Somewhere Ewing just shed a tear and Bernard King got his wings.

Pietrus also walks, and upon finding no interest stateside for his reputed reckless and unmanageable brand of basketball he becomes an assistant coach or executive inside the Warrior organization. Marculonis becomes green with envy; he too wants his opportunity to be included along with seemingly every other marginal player that ends up with cushy jobs.

Harrington is traded, wisely retires and goes back to school. He takes decision-making courses. Upon his unheralded return to the NBA, Al is signed by the Spurs and goes on to attain greatness, reigning  in his elbows under the basket and maintaining a mid-range game. Hard to fathom isn't it.

Chris Mullin then gets a wild hair up his as, one more reminiscent of Kupchack as opposed to Antoni/Kerr, and realizes Shawn Marrion,  Ron Artest, and other long wing players are available to add to this depleted husk  of  a roster. Jackson is at home polishing his gun. Ellis is fishing, rueing the day he didn't sign with the Grizzlies. People are not happy. It comes to Mully at an odd time, during a typical A.A.meeting he usually attends every tuesday night. The idea for the flux capacitor.

This is just a figurative name for the non-nonsensical  and mostly laughable scenario I'm to propose right now: Gil Zero and Antwan Jamison making a unlikely return to their roots.

Golden State doesn't like to pay for their talent. Thats why Sacramento enjoyed the spoils of Webber and New York united under Sprewell. It's arguable that feuds such as Sprewell/Hardaway or Sprewell/Carlisimos' Throat could be the causes of departures. I'm not stupid though; players become either complacent or irritable in situations were there is nothing to play for and no money to be made. That's how J-Rich endeared himself to me, by playing his hardest every night no matter how bad things were. It was the contract, not YOU Jason!

Back to the point.... We don't pay and not until our foray into free-agency moves (Najera and Fisher?) did we really resemble a hapless laughingstock, looking more like a D-League team more than our own peers. But this is now.

Mullin engineers a amazing coupling of signing, pludering the future of the Wizards while reclaiming two of our last four draft gems, Gilbert Arenas and Antwan Jamison. The other two outstanding picks, Andres Bierdrins and Monta Ellis have just resigned for 3 and five years respectively.

That is what this Warrior incarnation needs, a small/power foward who can play sufficient defense and apply pressure to the boards. Hopefully Davis, Ellis and Biedrins resign, but there needs to be change! You don't almost get to the top of Mt. Everest but let fear of change turn you back.

Harrington, Pietrus, O' Bryant and Barnes must go in exchange for the inclusion of an ELITE wing, preferably Marion secondly Jamison, and third-most Artest. Marion is somewhat of an aloof athlete,  very egotistical and un-justifiably paranoid about his place on teams. That kind of personality would defiantly throw a figurative turd into our coffee. Artest is a basketball savant and an interesting choice in his own right. The man is a sociopath though, known more for his basket-case leanings than his uncanny drive and hustle.

That brings me to Jamison. I'm almost guilted into admitting that we owe this to him, and I think the management of the Warriors owe it to us. After setting career highs this last season me thinks a championship could bank on such deft maneuvering. All this upheaval is up to Mr. Mullin, take the young fans to a place they never thought possible.

C'mon Doc, give us what we deserve.

Mackistan