I’m not one for the “if you weren’t here for this” tweets. But I will say: As a kid, I (and I know many of you) sat there watching every single game. Grasping for any hope. Jubilant for the smallest victories. Marbury and Curry and Lee and Melo and Porzingis and tanks and lotteries and teams without even a single recognizable name. Hundreds of hours of wondering how in the world we could even approach where this team now finds itself. So I say, let’s bask in it. Congrats to all of you. Let’s keep going.