SAN FRANCISCO — The thing about being a three-time champion, playing in your sixth NBA Finals, with three future Hall of Famers, is that everything about the moment feels familiar, expected, comfortable.
It’s your advantage on this stage. Until it isn’t. Until the opponent with zero championships and zero Finals and a bunch of young, still-developing stars blitz you for 10 straight minutes on your home court. And then, all that familiarity and experience feel like a tattered, moth-riddled security blanket.
Sure, the Warriors have been down in playoff series before, and knocked off-kilter in the Finals before. But not often. And never like this.
