Anyone who has ever played pickup basketball has felt a little like Russell Westbrook felt Saturday night.
You show up to a familiar court with a buddy who's pretty good. You're used to being on the same team. But sides get chosen — maybe by shooting free throws, maybe just random assignment — and you're on different teams. And it doesn't take long to figure out that your friend's team is much, much better than yours.
If you have a little (or a lot) of alpha dog in you, maybe you start trying to do too much. When that inevitably doesn't work, your frustration begins to show in obvious ways. You gripe about every foul. You talk trash when it's not appropriate.
It's not fun on a random Saturday with nothing more than pride at stake at a local court. It looked like a barrel of not fun Saturday in Oklahoma City, when Kevin Durant returned for the first time since leaving Westbrook and the Thunder to join the greatest team (regular-season edition, of course) in NBA history.
Predictably, the Warriors carved up the Thunder with their usual dizzying array of three-pointers and easy layups. The final score was 130-114; Durant had 34 points in 33 minutes.
And Westbrook? Well, maybe we shouldn't exactly feel sorry for the guy. But it's hard not to feel something.
Part of him wants this, sure. This is Westbrook's show now in Oklahoma City, and he's free to pursue all the triple-doubles a boxscore can handle. He can put up absurd stat lines like 47 points, 11 rebounds, eight assists (and 11 turnovers) as he did Saturday in a classic "Russ against the world" performance.
He can do this, more often than not, in victories. The Thunder is 31-24 this season, after all. But he also plays with such a conviction and belief in his own abilities as to think all of the grinding and hero ball should lead to a perfect record — or at least one that's better than Durant's Warriors.