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The world is a complicated place right now.  Everything seems to mean something else and, more often than not, even the largest and most obvious things in front of our noses are accessible at only the most impossible angles. 

For me, the thing that I will remember the most from this year's Lynx championship run is that it was an uncomplicated thing that did not need to be dressed up in cynicism, needless extrapolation, or mindless fluff.  The team was drawn up out of basketball central casting: A hard-nosed, no-nonsense coach who has it hitting on all cylinders--pre-game game planning, mental preparation, in-game adjustments, you name it; a home-grown point guard who plays like Steve Nash with a chip on his shoulder (i.e. rebounding and attempted defense); a silky smooth 2 guard returning from a career-threatening injury who can score from anywhere on the court while letting her opponent know that there is nothing she can do to stop it; an All-World rookie who is the prototype athlete for her position and whose willingness to do whatever it takes to win inspired her older teammates; a double-double dirty worker at the 4 whose early-season play got this thing off on the right track; a been-there/done-that vet to lead the way in the locker room, post season and the paint; a former college star adjusting to life as an energetic 6th woman; and a youthful bench full of inconsistent and promising players who always seem to come through with a big moment exactly when it is needed.  If she exists, I swear they'll find a way to draft Jenny Chitwood. 

If you love basketball, you know these stories; you know these players.  They don't need to be dressed up in any way, shape or form.  

For me, the fun part about this season was that it gave me something basketball-related to share with my friends and family. I got to be a fan again.  There were no notes or game wraps.  I just sat there with my wife, daughters, and friends and enjoyed world class basketball while being reminded of why I fell in love with the sport in the first place, way back in the 80s with Larry and Magic.  

This team and season stands on its own.