I can’t lecture anyone who faces this slam dunk series with some trepidation. Because nothing is for certain. But we have earned the right to be hopeful. It’s even an obligation.
This team is its own fierce beast. It is not haunted by the spirit of previous clubs which have either charmed or dismayed us. All of that is in our heads, and none of that is in their’s.
They live in an eternal present of their own making, with its own pulse, tempos, and potential that exceeds anything of our own manufacture, but which does in some mysterious fashion, feed upon our enthusiasm.
They are an assemblage of new players led by a forward-looking staff and upper-management which daily creates and re-creates its own internal reality, its own energies of propulsion. They are a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts.
They are not obligated to carry or endure the burdens of our past. If that were the case, this recent miracle would never have occurred.
Because it is no “miracle.” It has been done on purpose. It is completely intentional.
Our memories of previous failures do not pierce the bubble in which these 26 young men and their leaders thrive. But they do in some mysterious manner feed off our hope.
They have surprised and delighted us for the last 40+ games and we are honored to savor the dignity of their unique momentum wherever it takes us.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!