There is a breeze on the Polo Grounds. Sometimes you have to go in search of it, but yesterday, nothing seemed to be that breezy. The first observation upon entering the grounds was that I forgot to pack my '93 Charles Barkley jersey and game 4 of the Suns-Lakers is on Sunday, and Phoenix already lost game 3 because I wasn't watching but instead, was braving the Coachella traffic on Thursday night. My squad needs me like that. But there's music at Coachella–too hot for basketball–and a left behind jersey just seemed indicative of the way it all went down.

Certainly, the music went down. Opening the mainstage, Flosstradamus whipped everyone into a frenzy mixing dance hits with booty shakers and effecting everyone attention deficit disorder for the worse…but certainly made up for it by getting the adrenaline …