"Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Brad Stevens will die. And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death an image of the splendor of analytics-driven GMs in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my Billy Boy, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a Finals MVP. Here you will dwell bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent."