Suck it, homerz.
This ship goes down and it's all about the Benjamins.
Or the Woodrows, to be a bit more NBA increment appropriate.
If you're still stubbornly refusing to deal with reality, let me make this perfectly clear for you:
IT'S ALREADY TOTALLY FUCKED!
This drama parade is unsalvageable. The little you hear does not mean there is even less to worry about. It means there is OH so much more to worry about. Admit it, you were only thinking about Monta's ankle this whole time. You weren't thinking he wants to get the hell away from the management about to run him out early for a variety of cash-centric reasons. You weren't. And that's OK. And you'll stubbornly refuse the Kawakami elixir to the last.
He was wrong about Garnett, right? Then he found out why he was wrong: the Warriors refused to talk big extension for Garnett, who was already sort of kind of telling his peeps to keep him the hell out of Oakland. They'll extend Stephen Jackson right through Nelson's likely funeral proceedings, but no extra years for Garnett.
The beans don't sort out right on that count.
But the speed with which the other beaters rushed to cover the Kawakami details in their own words says it all:
The story has just begun.
This mother is coming DOWN, folks. Brace yourselves. No lube on this one. Belinelli can't save you, Homer Moron Toolz.
Keep spending that sweet, sweet cash.
Wait... oh shit, that ain't right.