Last night the Warriors seemed human.

Since April 16th Steph Curry has been sidelined with a variety of leg ailments ranging from annoying to worrisome, and for the first time in this second round matchup, his absence was palpable. Fucking finally.

I don't know about you, Blazer fan, but I've been waiting for Curry's injury to matter. It seems impossible that this Warriors team, as deep as it is, could keep shifting into Fuck The Whole Fucking World mode like they did at the end of game two when they evaporated the Trail Blazer's game long lead within a few agonizing minutes.

Enough about the Warriors, though. Damian Lillard was a menace, dropping a playoff high 40 points on those marauding Bay Area shit horses, much to the chagrin of the depressingly high volume of Golden State Warrior fans in attendance at the erstwhile Rose Garden. Al-Farouq Aminu (Al-Problematic Atweetu?) was also instrumental in the game three victory, grabbing ten rebounds and scoring 23 points with an incredibly efficient 8-9 shooting performance, including 4-5 from three point range, which is rare as fuck for the big fella. Almost as rare as an athlete's Twitter account actually getting hacked.

The Blazers' scoring wasn't just gaudy, it was surgical and timely. Nearly all of Golden State's big buckets were matched by one from Portland. When Klay or Draymond hit a big shot (and they hit a bunch of them), Dame, CJ or Aminu responded with one of their own.

Game four is on Monday, the Blazers have the opportunity to even the series to 2-2. We know the Warriors can bleed, BUT CAN THEY DIE?