0-10 from three on Friday. 156 straight games with a made three pointer streak snapped.
THAT is how you bounce back.
There are plenty of reasons to forget how good Steph Curry actually is. It’s hardly inexplainable. Between his post-injury dip in production and the blown 3-1 Finals lead, you can see why his sublime 2015-16 regular season has been largely dismissed. Add in the increased production and attention given to guys like Kawhi, Russ, Harden, and others this season. Subtract some attention away from Curry ever since that big offseason acquisition the Warriors made. And it makes sense how we might forget that he’s the back-to-back MVP.
Last nigh reminded us of that.
Yes, he was awesome in Portland last Tuesday. Five threes, 28 points, and almost single handedly blew that game open.
But last night was the first time in about seven months that we’ve seen Steph go into god mode. Just shooting the freakin’ lights out in a way that nobody walking this planet has ever been able to.
It wasn’t just that he hit 13 threes, it was the way he hit them. I almost fell off my couch when he split the defense at half court and launched that one from the top of the key, fading sideways, with 18 seconds on the shot clock. EIGHTEEN SECONDS. Nobody on earth makes that shot except him, let alone has the freedom to take it in the first place. Half of his threes last night came off bad passes or near-turnovers that he had to pick up off the ground. And that 13th three? The one for the record? He must have gotten that shot off in 0.2 seconds. Maybe even 0.1. That sounds impossible, but watch the window he got it off in again. Nobody else can hit that shot in that specific space.
That was remarkable… stupendous… outrageous. What a performance.
Yes, I still hate the Warriors. I’ll be vehemently rooting against them for the next eight months just as hard as everyone else. But while it’s still the regular season… and while they’re playing opponents that nobody cares about like New Orleans… I can’t help but find myself laughing and fist pumping and cheering along when Steph goes on runs like that. As a basketball fan, it’s just too fun to put a sourpuss on for something like that.
Still hate you though, KD.