With all due acknowledgement to LeBron James, the injuries and the creeping specter of doubt, I like the bigger picture: When you've passionately followed a team all year, from press row or a big-screen TV or the radio accompaniment to an evening's chores, you know certain things. The Warriors have built something as sturdy as Mount Rushmore, but it's nothing you can touch, or capture in a photograph. The 73-win regular season will always mean something profoundly significant, just for how it made people feel, month after month. Right before he headed to the locker room, ejected from Game 6 in Cleveland, Curry glared at the Cleveland bench and pointed a finger. The man is seriously, quietly angry right now, over his multitude of injuries, the hits on his reputation and the fact that his wife, so emotional over the Finals melodrama, got herself in trouble. What a montage of greatness he produced over the last two games: thunderous dunks, generous dish-offs, fallaway jumpers, bullish drives, shots so rudely rejected and more than a hint of intimidation. All the talk was about Curry, Russell Westbrook, Kawhi Leonard and Kevin Durant this season, as far as who really owns the league,...