We nearly live in a world in which Danny Green is the NBA Finals MVP and LeBron James is a lonely stat-sheet stuffer with a broken jumper.
We don't all need to board up the windows just yet, but with one or two games left in the 2013 NBA Finals, this may be a good time to take inventory of your batteries and canned goods. Reality has been bent up and distorted to the level of psychedelia, and nobody will blame you for feeling a little paranoid.
That we are a mere 48 minutes from Green -- thrice-cut second-round draft pick -- sheepishly shoulder-pressing the Bill Russell Trophy in front of all the white pants and plastic breasts in South Beach is an unthinkable image. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that. Nobody thought such a thing was plausible, and yet here we are watching it in full neon.
If you'd rather get real black-and-white about it, Green is a really good shooter who plays on a team that is really good at finding the open man, and he has been that open man a lo...