For A Look Into How Lame The Warriors' Championship Celebration Was Otherwise, Consider That Quinn Cook Played A Starring Role In It
The thing I regret most about that headline is that, at the very least, it sounds like a joke about the expense of a 25 year old rookie who battled his ass off to get through the G League system and over unceremonious releases following week-and-a-half long contracts from multiple NBA organizations. The truth is that I admire the perseverance Quinn Cook showed in sticking on one of the most talented teams in league history, as well as appreciate the level of enthusiasm he displayed in reaching the peak of his profession. That why it's not his unbridled exhilaration that I take umbrage with. Rather, it's the stark contrast that it drew to his teammates whose excitement was that of a group that just stumbled upon their early shipment of free hats and shirts, as opposed to having just won the championship that was embroidered across them.
Not to re-open old wounds here, but the player whose most notable playoff moment was when his urine-soaked compression shorts were damn near noticeable from the nosebleeds as he clunked away Game 5 in crunch time was the one looking like the only kid in a candy store that was full of diabetics prior to his arrival...
Not to be rude, but it legit took being confronted by the player whose most impressive feat of the NBA Finals was his Superman-esque transition from Clark Kent to Quinn Cook for Steph Curry, Kevin Durant, and Steve Kerr to show anywhere near the amount of emotion you'd expect from back-to-back champs...
That's certainly understandable given all he's been through, but it also highlighted exactly how little his star-studded starting lineup has been through en route to an inevitable title that spent approximately one off-day in doubt.
Ultimately, it's up to the entirety of the Eastern Conference to provide the Warriors more than one individually formidable foe, but let's call a spade a spade here. After we had been put out of the misery we endured while suffering through an NBA finale that had the feel of the ass end of a back-to-back in mid-December, the end of Finals festivities seemed lame even before you had to do the deductive reasoning to identify that it was actually Quinn Cook who just graced your TV screen. Somehow, they were made even more underwhelming when, of all people, the guy that spent a championship-clinching game in street clothes reminded us what winning an NBA title is supposed to look like.