To me, he’s what made Warriors teams of old The Warriors. Beating the Warriors came at the price of 48 minutes of clenching every muscle fiber in your body, unless the third-quarter Warriors mercifully doused your hopes early. The Warriors kept being The Warriors without The Cavs. Three years in the basement and some objectivity gave my blood what it needed to stop boiling at the mere thought of them; in fact, the basketball fan in me even learned to appreciate them. With Thompson back, the Warriors feel like The Warriors again.