I woke up and became James Harden in 2018.
Three hours until Game 7 of the Western Conference Finals, my hamstring is aching.
But this time, I knew every tactical loophole—every Warriors habitual move, every shot Curry made.
"Chris," I said, approaching the silent St. Paul in the locker room, "we're not just going to win tonight."
"We want Golden State people to remember that Houston's era starts from this moment."
When the final buzzer sounded and the score was set, I looked in the direction of the Cavaliers—LeBron, it was time to change opponents.
