The Golden State Warriors' Matt Barnes apparently got a tattoo the other day featuring praying hands and the word "Believe." I imagine it's for religious reasons. But the long-suffering fans in the Bay Area will be happy to hop on the bandwagon. Tonight's game was a lot of fun to watch. Whatever his extracurricular convictions, I've long been a fan of Barnes's willingness to sweat the small stuff. He singlehandedly imparted discipline to UCLA teams that would otherwise have drifted aimlessly in La-La Land. And then there's his former teammate Baron Davis, who was one of my favorite Pac-10 players to watch. Even though I side with the Bruins' older brothers up north, I was crushed to watch Baron blow out his knee in an NCAA tournament game against Kentucky. And I've been delighted to see him find a way to make his mark in the NBA. He has been money, of late, combining the irrepressible, smile-happy spirit of his amateur days with a gravity befitting a professional. In that regard, he's a lot like his friend and mentor Magic Johnson. Anyway, it's nice to see the Warriors finally winning games that matter. Even if they fail to top the heavily-favored Mavericks in what would be one of the biggest upsets in NBA playoff history, they have given the basketball world a real treat in their first-round series. Their performance won't resurrect the Macarthur Maze, much less the Son of Man, but it matters both to the faithful and those souls who had been tempted up to Arco or, heaven forfend, the Staples Center during the team's years in the wilderness.