The Golden State Warriors are the best team in professional sports because they adhere to what makes for great sex, selflessness.
The start of the NBA season is around the corner and the only team that I enjoy watching is the Golden State Warriors. Yes they're the best, but they also run an offense with the grace and efficiency of a Patek Philippe. In a league of stars they are selfless.
Greatness does not come from money. Any Scrooge McDuck life lesson will tell you that. Sure the Yankees had a good run, but they also lost their identity. They became the beloved famous cousin who everyone admired but went on a bender and now people scoff at. They lost their sense of love for the game. They lost their sense of greatness, until this year, with this young team, a farm-grown team, who are exciting, genuine, and earned their way to the ALCS. Greatness is not purchased, it is shared. What makes life worth living is not what thy taketh but what thou giveth.
Happiness is built and nurtured. In his first year Steve Kerr had professional basketball players do the same passing drills I mastered as an 8 year old. What the hell? They all grumbled. His response, ‘perfect passing will lead to a smoother transition to jump shots and therefore increase the percentage made and increase points.’ He was right. By focusing on the smallest, mundane detail, their shooting percentage heightened to a level far above the rest of the NBA. They made playing the game look easy. Focus on your love. Don’t go straight for the ropes and chains, costumes and leather spanks- massage a part of the body that everyone sees but forgets about. Touch the calves. Caress up and down the muscle until it feels like waves in the ocean. Kiss the back of the ear. Not a lot. Just notice it. Notice their eye color. Look deeper. See how the the pupil dilates. Focus on the details and the entire performance will be enhanced. You will be more in tune and focused.
Let’s forget about how they drafted masterfully. Let’s forget that Steve Kerr deserves to be called a mastermind. In a post Big-3 era where teams were built around friends and belittling a team of five to three by allocating the most money on three positions that will give the most return (which on paper makes sense) the NBA is now scrambling. A tried and true structure has broken down. Superstars, which is a marketing word and not an athletic term, are not what win championships. Teams do. Working together is the backbone of any group activity. People said that they would create animosity by not letting the main players get enough touches. People said that their offense would breakdown as their individual stats supersede team performance. All wrong. The Warriors are a prime example of what JFK said decades ago, that with high tide all boats rise. They are socialist. They spread the floor. The ball fires around the court. They give more than they take. What makes them enjoyable to watch is not the flare, it is the warm, good feeling one would get after dropping change in the red Salvation Army bucket. When the rest of sports prides itself on self promotion, the Warriors are a testament to a purity lost in a click-bait, fame hungry, money grubbing world.
No one likes a selfish lover. The stars of the bedroom can get the fuck out. There’s no use for narcissism and self idolatry. Why? Because what good is it? We are a capitalist society fueled by getting what is ours. We are supposed to be selfish. However, that is what eats away at our soul. A selfish lover who orgasms without regard to the other, is a leech. Sacrificing yourself for the betterment of the whole is the foundation of anything great. Don’t go be a fucking martyr for a blowjob, that’s not what I’m saying.
If both partners have the goal to make the other person the star, then each will shine, and the pleasure will rise.