In the aftermath of a most depressing defeat, an epic, god-awful Warriors mother of all meltdowns, (sorry, losing is losing--no matter how much you want to spin it), thank God for Lowell Cohn.
There's a lot of people who don't like Cohn, but Sunday Night's Dubs stinker brings out the best in Lowell who fortunately doesn't sugarcoat things and writes beautiful things like this.
It's a welcome respite from the usual local apologists ...like Rudy, for example, on Knibber.
Rudy, smarmy Rudy, was his usual decrepit self with giggles galore and 96000 excuses and sweet nothings.
All the more reason to read Cohn who nailed it.