It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything, in large part because we’re in the process of buying a house and I’m theoretically in the final stages of getting a job. Regardless, I’ve also been watching more sports lately, in no small part because my beloved Golden State Warriors are in danger of making the playoffs for only the second time in my adult life. A couple weeks ago the Dubs were playing in Madison Square Garden, the world’s most famous arena, and the site of some of basketball’s greatest performances (Kobe going for 61, MJ for 55, Lebron for 52) in the history of the game. Stephen Curry scored 54 points, more than half the team’s total, and put on a fucking clinic from long range, making 11 of 13 three-pointers.
What I loved most about the game was the crescendoing sense of doom from the Knicks fans in attendance as Curry got hotter and hotter, hitting an ever-increasing assortment of crazy shots. Enjoy the crowd noise. The gasps, oohs, aahs, and shouts are a beautiful collection of what happens in transcendent moments, with 20,000 people united in witnessing something great. THIS is why we love anything great: sports, movies, music, art, whatever. When a single idea, be it a perfect symphony like Brahms 4 or a basketball sharpshooter finding the zone like none other, captures the imaginations of so many different kinds of people, it demonstrates the sheer power of the Platonic, intangible thing known as greatness and its effect on us all.