The Golden State Warriors 132-100 victory over the Victor Oladipo-less Indiana Pacers had a predictable outcome. The champs are activating what Steph Curry referred to as “playoff mentality” and are on a monster 11 game win streak, while the Pacers are trying to recover emotionally from a horrendous injury to their star player.
Yet I came away from this game shaking with awe, as a man receiving the blessing of a long awaited hope come true. Last night was the first time in a long time as a Warriors fan that I witnessed Golden State unleashing an honest-to-goodness, inside-outside, point guard-center combination to destroy another team.
Stephen Curry and DeMarcus Cousins are the ultimate new age small-big tandem.
Curry shot 10-for-13 from the field, a scintillating 6-of-8 from beyond the arc, and added 6 rebounds and 3 assists. He was raining fire from everywhere on the court, stretching the Pacers defense out well beyond their means.
STEPH BEATS THE BUZZER pic.twitter.com/nI7sREOe5R— Warriors on NBCS (@NBCSWarriors) January 29, 2019
Cousins shot 7-of-12 from the field, drilled a three-pointer of his own, with 6 rebounds and 4 assists. He also made 7-of-9 from the free throw line, muscling his way to the charity stripe. Watching him force his way to the goal against helpless defenders is something I had hoped the likes of Todd Fuller, Erick Dampier, Adonal Foyle, and Festus Ezeli would do on demand.
Finally, the team has a point and a pivot who can use their combined strengths to explore every possible scenario on the basketball court. Whether it’s inside bully ball or raining hellfire from deep, I can go to my grave knowing that the Splash Bros-era Dubs finally figured out how to have both at the same time.
Steph can turn anything into a pic.twitter.com/9ZhTNOsEn5— Warriors on NBCS (@NBCSWarriors) January 29, 2019
How grateful are you for the Curry/Cousins combo?
This poll is closed
Extremely - I love the combination of post and perimeter play
It’s okay - I’d prefer high pick and rolls where Curry can shoot from 35 feet every time
I hate it - We should have never let go of Monta Ellis and Andris Biedrins