"I've only had the best dub me insane..." - Perfect Insanity (Disturbed).
Being a sports fan can be a process that tests your sanity at times. Currently, it's league season down here, so last Sunday I made the drive across town to watch my Tigers play South Sydney at the Sydney Cricket Ground.
(A little bit of context: out of the 16 teams in the National Rugby League, nine are based in and around Sydney. So there's some pretty heated rivalry at times).
As it turned out, I needn't have wasted the time because, despite having the better team on paper, we got blown out on the field by a record margin. So I left the ground pissed off and wondering why sports can drive ordinary people nuts.
Then I suddenly remembered: wait a minute. I'm a Golden State fan. I barrack for arguably the most insane franchise in sports, if not certainly the most insane in the NBA.
No less an authority than Bill Simmons recently questioned at the trade deadline if he could add the entire Warriors franchise to his "Tyson Zone," which he defines as he point where a public figure's behaviour becomes so crazy any rumour one hears about them becomes believable.
In the past few years, the Warriors have definitely earned entry into the Tyson Zone. It started with bringing back Don Nelson as coach, a guy who has to be a first-ballot entry into any category that involves insanity.
Then we had the trade for professional crazy person Stephen Jackson along with another head case in Baron Davis. The salary dump of Jason Richardson for Brandon Wright after our most successful season in 15 years.
Signing the one-legged corpse of Chris Webber while on track for another playoff spot. Letting our best player walk and signing a one-dimensional gunner for a desperate attempt to do something. Monta Ellis and the moped incident.
Firing the guy who was primarily responsible for our 2007 success. Drafting a guy considered an undersized 2 guard who could fill in at point when we already had a guy who did the exact same role. Our D-League All Stars playing 40 minutes per game.
That's not even considering what hasn't happened. The constant trade rumours that hang around Anthony Randolph.
The fear that once management finally loses it's patience with Monta Ellis and trades him for 40 cents on the dollar when his trade value is at its highest. The fear that management will trade Stephen Curry for reasons unknown to everyone but them.
The potential of our management to sign role players to eight figure contracts. The question of who will snap out of Ellis or Curry first and kill the other.
(My bet's actually on Curry killing Monta after he misses another 18-footer while double teamed. Behind that baby face lies an assassin).
And let's not even forget the way the team plays. If there was ever a team custom-made for the most insane playing style in the NBA, it's this Warriors team.
They don't even play conventional run-and-gun basketball: it's more like "let's just chuck it up and see what the hell happens."
I think I've made my point. The Warriors are the most insane franchise in the NBA, and, arguably in all professional sports.
This insanity isn't always bad. As we know, the crazy moves can occasionally work out brilliantly. Captain Jack and Baron took us to the playoffs.
Curry will be an NBA star sooner rather than later. Management did resist the urge to trade Monta for OJ Mayo and Hasheem Thabeet; whether this means they're gonna trade him to the Lakers for Luke Walton and Sasha Vujacic remains to be seen.
However, there's one thing to be said for barracking for the Warriors. It's never boring.
Any given night, Warrior Nation knows that the team could give up 130 points. On the same night, any opposition knows that the Warriors could score 130 on them and blow them off the court.
Look at some of the teams around us at the bottom of the ladder this year. Would New Jersey, Minnesota, Sacramento, Washington, Philly have pushed the Lakers to the very end, or beaten Oklahoma City and Portland in two games when both sides were fighting for playoff seeding?
The answer is probably not.
Then again, most of those teams wouldn't have conceded 147 to an aging Spurs, or lost to the Timberwolves at home. They're just occupational hazards of being a Warriors fan.
And you know what? I wouldn't trade that for anything.
The craziness of this team bleeds into its fans. We ride the highs and lows like no other fanbase in the NBA. Every night, even if there's a 50 percent chance we're gonna get blown off the court, we turn up. We scream like maniacs when we're winning and get down in the dumps when we lose.
I'm sure that if alien psychiatrists were watching a Warriors game from Perseus 9, they'd conclude all those humans have major cases of bipolar disorder. And when things are good, as they were in 2007, it's extra special. We've known the good and we've known the bad, so that gives a greater appreciation for the good times.
Change is a-coming to Golden State, with the upcoming sale of the team. Odds are that whoever comes in will be appointing new management and a new coach soon enough (At least by the end of next season).
With this will probably come a more steady, sensible approach both on and off the court. Hopefully, with the young and talented roster we have, this can bring us success sooner rather than later.
Nonetheless, a part of me will miss the Second Nelson Era. While it has shaved about five years off all our lives and given us plenty to get angry about, there's one thing we all have to agree on.
It's never been boring.