Something transcendent happened last night. More accurately, something erupted last night in a cacophonous crescendo of awesomeness after a week of transcendental bubbling and brewing. While it may seem like your Uncle Grambo has gone hog-wild for hyperbole¹ in his assessment of the impact of the Golden State Warriors’ triumph over the Dallas Mavericks, anyone in possession of even a passing familiarity of basketball theory would agree that their mindgrapes were blown into smithereens, Scanners stizz, by the way this series turned out. There is no telling what the long-term ramifications of this outcome will be to either The Association or, for that matter, to our world. However, at press time, we do know this much to be true: anyone watching the game last night saw the NBA’s dominant paradigm implode in the most spectacular fashion, one that reminded me of what happened when Locke didn’t enter the code into the computer during the second season finale of Lost.

To be quite honest, your Uncle Grambo is still processing what even HAPPENED in this series. I’m finding it difficult to make any rational analogies or to draw any cohesive parallels to any other events in history. I’m also finding it VERY difficult to write about what this series means to me in the short form manner that the blog format demands.

Thankfully, the truly Advanced folk who write and frequent Free Darko are doing an admirable job of giving this victory some context. Some have compared it to the advent of jazz (the music, not the team), most have deemed it an evolutionary leap in how the sport is played/coached, and one has even gone as far as to compare it to the movements of the “Symphonie Fantastique” by Berlioz. All I know at this point is that it was awesome in a way that words can surely express, if given the proper amount of time to coalesce, but simultaneously SO awesome that it will probably take me days/weeks (years?) to formulate said words.

That said, I do know this. On a purely conceptual level, this series represented the battle between large-scale concepts like desire vs. pressure, raw potential vs. formal training and, ultimately, success vs. failure. Big forces were at work here, people. With only 12 hours or so of hindsight, all I’m really sure of is this — no matter what happens the rest of the playoffs, this series was an unbridled joy to witness on every conceivable level.

RELATED: Here’s a video that accurately captures how I felt while composing this go-nowhere post. [via With Leather]

¹And/or my use of alliteration.

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