The Warriors Are Running Out of Answers - and Time
Steve Kerr didn’t mince words recently when he said he’s not doing a good job. And honestly, it’s hard to argue with him.
Right now, the Golden State Warriors don’t look like a team with a plan. They look like a team throwing everything at the wall, hoping something - anything - sticks.
The old mantra was Strength in Numbers. Now?
It’s more like Strength in Guesswork.
And even that feels generous.
Let’s start with the one constant that should be enough: Steph Curry. In his first two games back from injury, Curry dropped 87 points.
That’s not a typo. Eighty-seven.
He’s still playing at a first-team All-NBA level in his mid-30s, doing things that defy logic and time. But even that hasn’t been enough to stop the bleeding.
When Steph’s brilliance isn’t moving the needle, you’re not in a slump. You’re in trouble.
This is what the final chapter of a dynasty looks like - when the “Save Us, Steph” button has been smashed so many times it’s jammed. That button, the one that’s bailed the Warriors out of tight spots for a decade, doesn’t work anymore. Not because Steph isn’t delivering, but because there’s nothing left around him to elevate.
The rotation has become a carousel. Players are being shuffled in and out so fast it’s hard to keep track.
Jonathan Kuminga’s role continues to fluctuate, and his on-court relationship with Kerr seems stuck in neutral. One week he’s starting, the next he’s stapled to the bench.
It’s hard to develop consistency when roles are changing by the quarter.
Will Richard’s trajectory has been even more jarring - from second-round pick to starter to afterthought, all in the blink of an eye. It’s not clear what he did to earn the promotion, or what he did to lose it. And that’s part of the problem: there’s no rhythm, no continuity.
Quentin Post had a good week, and suddenly he’s being leaned on like he’s 2015 Andrew Bogut. That’ll probably change by Thursday.
Seth Curry got a brief look, then disappeared. And Pat Spencer?
One minute he’s in the G League, the next he’s starting games. That led to the Warriors rolling out a 2-3 zone - not because it’s a strategic wrinkle, but because a Curry-Spencer backcourt offers about as much defensive resistance as a revolving door.
It’s not just chaotic. It’s exhausting. And for fans who love the game, it’s becoming increasingly hard to watch.
Meanwhile, Draymond Green looks like a shadow of the player he once was. He still flashes moments of defensive brilliance, but they’re fleeting. He’s more of a defensive consultant now - effective in short bursts, but no longer the engine that drives elite team defense.
And Jimmy Butler? The big-name acquisition who was supposed to inject some life into this group?
He hasn’t looked like himself. He’s slow.
He’s not explosive. And on defense, he’s a step behind more often than not.
Right now, he looks more like a passenger than a driver.
It’s not just that the Warriors are struggling. It’s that the blueprint they’ve relied on for years - health, chemistry, a late-season push - no longer feels viable.
The belief that “if we just get hot at the right time” is gone. Because even if everything does click, this team isn’t beating the Rockets in a seven-game series.
They’re not getting past the Nuggets, the Spurs, or the Thunder.
This was once the franchise everyone else was chasing. Now? They’re being lapped.
The only reason the season hasn’t completely imploded is because the bottom of the Western Conference has been historically bad. The bar for the final play-in spot is 10-16. That’s the only thing keeping the Warriors in the conversation - and even then, they’re barely above it at 14-15.
This isn’t just mediocrity. It’s irrelevance. And that’s the harshest reality of all.
They’re wasting Steph Curry’s greatness. They’re surrounding the best shooter the game has ever seen with a revolving cast of G Leaguers, fading stars, and short-term experiments. They’re hoping something - anything - will spark a turnaround.
But it’s not happening.
The spaghetti’s sliding down the wall. And there’s no one left to clean up the mess.