As a child growing up and waiting for Billy Owens to transform himself into what Draymond Green would eventually become, I’m not sure I could have ever imagined that the GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS would have four All-Stars playing in one game.
In fact, had you told me at that time that the Warriors would have four All-Star selections in four consecutive years I probably would’ve laughed and said it would was more likely that Keith Jennings would dunk on Hakeem Olajuwon in the playoffs.
But now, here we are with the Warriors being represented in the All-Star Game for the fifth consecutive year (shout out to David Lee) with four All-Stars with the addition of perennial All-Star Kevin Durant this past offseason.
This is the stuff that dreams are made of ... except for the fact that it’s an All-Star Game. And I have grown to disdain actual All-Star Games, even if having Warriors playing in it feels surreal.
I don’t know ... I just happen to appreciate defense.
But even for an under-40 curmudgeon like me (who felt the urge to fortify the fence around my beautifully manicured lawn when I saw someone try to use a drone in a dunk context), the possibility of seeing four Warriors in All-Star uniforms at one time even for a few moments seems so amazing that I have to watch for that. And no matter how much I claim not to care about “Cupcake Wars: NBA Edition”, I kinda want Kerr to the put the Warriors players on the floor with Westbrook and then watch them freeze him out.
Ultimately, that’s what the All-Star Game is about anyway: somehow fulfilling both the dreams of spacey kids and petty curmudgeons all at once.
Enjoy the game.