Last year Curry apologized at the end of the season, saying the following:
“I apologize for us being healthy, I apologize for us playing who was in front of us. I apologize for all the accolades we received as a team and individually. I’m very, truly sorry, and we’ll rectify that situation this year.”
But that was last year. I believe he owes OKC an apology for this year, that should go something like the following:
I want to apologize to the Thunder. This never should have happened. I won’t blame the refs, though if they had done their jobs, things would have been better.
To be honest, you should not even have been here. The Spurs were one bad pass away from winning game 2 of your series with them, and since they won games 1 and 3, they would have been up 3-0 and, well, in the words of Dray, “Yeah, they done.”
But in the first game of our series, if the refs had blown the whistle on Russ’s travel, we could have won that thing. But we shouldn’t have needed that, and I apologize for letting it come down to that.
Then back in OKC, that never should have happened either. I won’t blame James Harden, even though it was his sneakily tripping his own teammate Montiejunas that created the wet spot that I slipped on and sprained my knee. While this only prolonged the agony a little against Houston, some thought that we looked beatable in the Portland series. I apologize for allowing that impression to persist as long as it did, though you must admit that 17-point overtime was a pretty big clue-stick. But you really should have realized it wasn’t going to happen when we beat Portland 4-1 just like Houston.
And, now that it is all over, I will admit that my knee was bothering me the whole series. Did you think Adams could really guard me? I apologize for taking so long to recover and waiting until game 7 to lay that delusion to rest.
No, we should have beaten you in game 1 and, say, game 4. After all we beat you at OKC in game 6 when everything was on the line. But by then I was starting to feel normal — normal for me — again. So if I had recovered a little faster we could have won game 4. I apologize for that. Then when we came back to Roaracle for game 5, it would have been all over: another 4-1 series. Another gentleman’s sweep. No hearts ripped out and stomped upon. No yelling at teammates. Just a quiet acceptance of the inevitable. That was the plan.
I apologize for dragging it out and letting you think that you actually had a chance to win this thing.