Cold. So cold. Dell Curry just chillin’ in the stands looking like he lost his parents at Disney World, grappling with the array of emotions that come with your son’s team blowing a 3-1 Finals lead after being deemed the greatest team ever assembled, and then someone extends an olive branch. A handshake. A gesture of consolation to distract him of his son’s squad losing as many games in the postseason and they did the entire six-month regular season. Dell’s fragile psyche was probably hoping for a bear hug. Instead, he got punked by a trend he likely doesn’t understand by someone who doesn’t give a shit that he’s the Charlotte Hornets all-time leading scorer. The man who created the dude who had one of the greatest seasons in NBA history was treated like a one of those dudes who try to stop you in the street with a clipboard to talk to you about saving refugees. When it rains, it pours.
