Betaball How Silicon Valley and science built one of the greatest basketball teams in history

Erik Malinowski

Book - 2017

"A compelling look at how the Golden State Warriors organization embraced savvy business practices and the corporate culture of Silicon Valley to produce one of the greatest basketball teams in history and become a model franchise for the NBA"--

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New York : Atria Books 2017.
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English
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Erik Malinowski (author)
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First Atria Books hardcover edtion
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390 pages : 24 cm
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Includes bibliographical references (pages 339-385).
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9781501158193
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Review by New York Times Review

SPORTS AS ESCAPE has always been a myth, and I have never been reminded of that so clearly as I was recently before the singing of the national anthem at a marathon in the rural South, when the starter said that anyone who knelt was going to get a "butt whuppin'." (I wondered especially how the African-American runners who had trained for months for the race felt about that jolly send-off.) Over the past month, I have steeped myself in some dozen new sports books, and all seemed, to varying degrees, to speak to the tenor of the times. Or maybe the tenor is sounding a note so long and shrill it seems like white noise in the background for everything. The Golden State Warriors' contretemps with the president over a withdrawn invitation to the White House seized a news cycle, and their subsequent statement that they "celebrate equality, diversity and inclusion" is reflected, for instance, in their hiring of the team president Rick Welts, "the highest-ranking out-gay team executive in American professional sports," as Erik Malinowski puts it in BETABALL: How Silicon Valley and Science Built One of the Greatest Basketball Teams in History (Atria, $26). The phenomenon of Stephen Curry and the sudden rise of the Warriors to the N.B.A.'s heights deserve a deep dive, but "Betaball" is more often a disappointing data dump. Beginning with the purchase of the Warriors in 2010 by the venture capital wizard Joe Lacob, Malinowski, the Warriors beat writer for Bleacher Report, plods along through accounts of seven seasons, too infrequently rising from the morass of statistics and overly detailed game accounts to tell stories of outside-the-box thinking like those that animated Michael Lewis's "Moneyball," the ur-front-office-chronicle. (Game 1 of the 2012-13 second-round playoff series against the San Antonio Spurs takes nearly three pages.) When Malinowski homes in on those innovations that the Warriors adopted or developed, the stories are revealing. In one case, the coach Steve Kerr heeds the advice of the team's performance trainer, Keke Lyles, to consult the Stanford University sleep researcher Cheri Mah, who proposed strategies (like limiting daytime naps to 30 minutes) to mitigate the effects of long-distance travel. Elsewhere, Malinowski convincingly makes the case that the organization's openness to using new sources of data and to adopting suggestions up and down the organizational chart - reflecting Lacob's Silicon Valley background - gives the Warriors a leg up on the opposition. Those accounts, however, are buried in the rote narration of the various seasons. Sentences like this are not uncommon: "David Lee, pouring in 19 points and nearly 11 boards while playing in 51 of Golden State's first 52 games, was named as a reserve for the Western Conference All-Star squad, the first time a Warrior had been named to the All-Star team in 16 years, since Latreli Sprewell in 1997." These may be sweet memories for hard-core Warriors fans, but they obscure the promised tale in the subtitle. (I also feel obligated to warn potential audiobook listeners that "David Lee" is about the only name the reader doesn't mispronounce.) If Malinowski's book posits that winning through analytics and a diversity of opinion is the wave of the future, Mike Mclntire, an investigative journalist with The New York Times, offers a chronicle of a team that succeeds the old-fashioned way: bending, breaking and ignoring the rules. CHAMPIONS WAY: Football, Florida, and the Lost Soul of College Sports (Norton, $26.95) documents how big-time college programs like Llorida State massage egos, flout the law, bow down to the almighty dollar and make a mockery of the term "student-athlete" in order to keep winning. (Why the subtitle doesn't add "State" to "Llorida" is a puzzle, though.) Mclntire doesn't mention it in the book, but The Onion had been on this case as long ago as 2006 when it headlined a satirical piece "Llorida State University to Phase Out Academic Operations by 2010." If the university had taken that route, we wouldn't be reading about Christie Suggs, a teaching assistant at the College of Business's Dedman School of Hospitality, "located in a rather odd place on... campus: the south end zone of the Seminóles' football stadium." Troubled by the shoddy, incomplete and plagiarized work of football players in online classes ("Coffee, Tea & International Culture" was one) and faced with unresponsive higher-ups, she reluctantly becomes a whistle-blower, but finds her concerns unaddressed and her work responsibilities reduced, notably as the Seminóles are marching toward a national championship season in 2013, led by the star quarterback Jaméis Winston. More harrowing and better known is the story of Erica Kinsman, a Llorida State freshman in 2012, who alleged that she was raped by Winston but whose complaint, Mclntire says, was insufficiently investigated by the Tallahassee police and her case further undermined by athletic department machinations. (Winston was never charged, and the university eventually settled with Kinsman.) Unrelenting in railing against these improprieties and many others on campus, like embezzlement in the booster club and the sordid influence of the rapper Luther Campbell, Mclntire paints a grim picture of a culture of malfeasance, particularly in its treatment of women, at the heart of college athletics. Yet as briskly and passionately as he lays out the horrors in Tallahassee and elsewhere, there's little that's surprising, nor does he plot any way forward. Exposing wrongdoing is the investigative journalist's raison d'etre but Mclntire's account of the systemic depth of its entrenchment leaves one despairing of any potential corrective. The popularity of the rediscovered historical sports narrative, â la "Seabiscuit" and "The Boys in the Boat," has sent microfilm reels spinning, and Roseanne Montillo's FIRE ON THE TRACK: Betty Robinson and the Triumph of the Early Olympic Women (Crown, $27) brings to light the accomplishments of women track athletes of nearly a century ago, who struggled to overcome old-boy resistance and misogynistic discrimination in pursuing their goals. The book is a worthy addition to the genre but also demonstrates its limitations. In the first half, I found the portrait of Robinson, the Olympic 100-meter-dash champion in 1928 (when women were first allowed to compete), lacking in complexity, despite her survival of a dramatic plane crash and rehabilitation after. The "Notes and Sources" seem to indicate substantial reliance, perhaps overly so in the absence of many primary sources, on Montillo's correspondence with Robinson's son. Whatever the case, her style tends to the overheated, whether because of the paucity of sources or not: "She felt her muscles come alive as she dashed down the track, the auditorium pulsating wildly as time seemed to stop altogether yet simultaneously blast forward faster than she could ever have imagined." Weather conditions, one of the readily available sources, seem to get outsize importance and emphasis in her re-creations. It's worth sticking with the book, however, through the second half, which picks up speed in the minibiographies of Babe Didrikson and lesser-known figures like Stella Walsh, a Clevelander who raced for Poland in the 1932 and 1936 Olympics, and whose strength and speed and refusal to shower with others provoked rumors about her true sex. There is also Helen Stephens, whose frank diary describes an awkward encounter with Hitler after her win in the 100-meter dash at the 1936 Berlin Olympics and her own battle with the general presumption that "no one that tall, with a stride that long, nearly six feet, with a form so graceless, could be anything other than a man." (She was subjected to a clinical examination to confirm her eligibility.) By covering a wider range of personalities in the second half of her book, Montillo succinctly adds context to prevailing - and appalling - views and thus elevates the accomplishments of all the women competing in track. Had she been playing 80 years ago, Maria Sharapova, at 6-foot-2 and fiercely competitive, might have suffered Stephens's fate and had her femininity not just questioned but physically confirmed. In any case, it's disturbing to read in UNSTOPPABLE: My Life So Far (Sarah Crichton/Farrar, Straus & Giroux, $28), the memoir that she's written with Rich Cohen, that she's so oblivious to women's body-image issues she says of Serena Williams, "she has thick arms and thick legs and is so intimidating and strong. And tall, really tall." Williams is 5-foot-9. "Even now, she can make me feel like a little girl." If not overtly racist, the statements play into racial stereotypes, implying that Williams, who holds a lifetime 19-2 record over Sharapova, has beaten the "little girl" merely by overpowering her, not through tactical acumen and other skills of the game. I'm inclined to believe Sharapova that her doping, which caused her to be barred from the tour for 15 months, was inadvertent. And I admire her on-court tenacity and her marketing savvy. But if she really wants to help the "many young girls, who had been inspired by my example and my life" and whom she heard from during her suspension, she would do well to reflect on the way she thinks and speaks about other women. Her inspirational words for those girls: "The record book? Posterity? [Expletive] that. Did you hear what that girl said about me at the press conference? That's what gets me going." I found a balm for Sharapovian self-absorption in Simon Critchley's slim what we THINK ABOUT WHEN WE THINK ABOUT SOCCER (Penguin, $20), whose title is an obvious nod to Haruki Murakami's "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running" (its own title a nod to a Raymond Carver story) and whose green cover seems copied from last year's David Foster Wallace collection of tennis writing, "String Theory." I admit to being a sucker for this kind of intellectual maundering about the meaning of sports, but I know plenty of sports fans can't stand it. Critchley trots out Sartre, Foucault and especially Hans-Georg Gadamer, whose idea of the "tragic pensiveness" of the spectator at ancient theater Critchley links to a soccer crowd's participation, which is not "aloof from the action" but "constantly attentive." Further, he asserts, adopting Hegel's terms, that "the being of the players is not being-in-itself, but being-for-us, mediated through the spectators and requiring their recognition in order to affirm the players' existence." He does have the good sense to augment such bicycle-kick difficulty with simpler wisdom from soccer philosophers like the legendary Liverpool manager Bill Shankly, who once said: "The socialism I believe in is not really politics. It is a way of living. It is humanity. I believe the way to live and be truly successful is by collective effort, with everyone working for each other." Much that Critchley muses on about soccer could be equally applicable to other team sports, and he doesn't shy away from soccer's long history of hooliganism, corruption and sexism. Critchley's most bracing commentary may be that on Philippe Parreno and Douglas Gordon's 2006 film "Zidane: A 21st-Century Portrait," about the French star: "On the one hand, it gives us a sense of the capture of reality by commodified images in the century into which we have slowly slouched our way. But on the other hand... there is the suggestion, the adumbration of an inaccessible interiority, a reality that resists commodification." Call it a header-in-the-clouds book. My favorite book of the bunch, and the one that best captures the American sports landscape in these times, is not about any competition on the field but about the landscape-clearing constructions where the games take place. THE ARENA: Inside the Tailgating, Ticket-Scalping, Mascot-Racing, Dubiously Funded, and Possibly Haunted Monuments of American Sport (Liveright, $27.95), by the freelance writer Ráfi Kohan, is smart, readable, deeply reported and researched, engagingly personal, funny and often surprisingly poignant. Kohan traverses the country from Green Bay's Lambeau Field to New York's Citi Field to San Diego's Petco Park, embedding with the stadium Everymen and Everywomen who are the nobodies of the sports world. They are the people who tend the grass, change scoreboard numbers, sell food and logo merchandise, scalp tickets and wear mascot costumes. Of Brad Collins, who inhabits the character of Sluggerrr, the Kansas City Royals' lion mascot, Kohan writes, "After frolicking on the field in 90-degree heat for pregame festivities and player introductions," Collins enters the windowless mascot quarters, "slams the door and rips off his Sluggerrr head, which is not insubstantial, about one and a half feet square. The stench is immediate and overpowering, like lifting the cover off a cake tray filled with soggy gym socks." Don't mistake the breezy style for lack of substance. Amid a section on the Dallas Cowboys' stadium in Arlington, Texas (that is, Jerry's World, for the team's owner, Jerry Jones), Kohan describes over-the-top amenities like a $15 million sculpture by Anish Kapoor (which looks like "a celestial magnifying glass, as if God were frying Cowboys fans like ants"), but the section also undertakes a comprehensive, cogent survey of the literature on stadium economics. Other chapters explore the pathos of minimumwage groundskeepers, detail the rollercoaster life of the halftime acrobat the Amazing Sládek and reveal illicit deals vendors cut to earn a few extra dollars - and management's efforts to catch them. Kohan's penultimate chapter is called "Sex. War. America," and it covers the way that sports has appropriated and intermixed that triad to tease out emotion and profit, portrayed memorably in Ben Fountain's novel "Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk," based on the Dallas Cowboys' 2004 Thanksgiving Day halftime show. Fountain tells him, "just seeing the display of militarism, American exceptionalism, pop music, soft-core porn all mixed together in this kind of crazy to-do - I started feeling like it was its own kind of voodoo." Kohan also reminds us of a 2015 report from Senators Jeff Flake and John McCain revealing undisclosed payments from the Department of Defense to teams in order to fund military tributes, what Kohan calls "camouflaged propaganda." The issue, for the senators and others, was one of transparency. Kohan is sincerely moved at Marine Corps Appreciation Day in San Diego (paid for by the team, not Defense) as he watches a mother reunite with her teenage son for the first time since he left home for boot camp. At the same time, he states, "In the post-9/11 era, pressure has been growing inside stadiums - often implicitly - to participate in group patriotism." And outside stadiums, explicitly, at small-town marathons, before the starting gun fires. JAY JENNINGS, the senior editor at Oxford American magazine, is the author of "Carry the Rock: Race, Football and the Soul of an American City."

Copyright (c) The New York Times Company [December 3, 2017]
Review by Booklist Review

Much the way David Kaplan chronicled the creation of the 2016 champion Chicago Cubs in The Plan (2017), so free-lance sportswriter Malinowski has laid out the construction, piece by piece, of the powerhouse Golden State Warriors, who won NBA titles in 2015 and 2017, and in the 2016 regular season won a record-breaking 79 games. And just as the Ricketts family did when they purchased the Cubs in 2009, so majority owners Joe Lacob and Peter Guber took extraordinary patience in understanding the culture they needed to build when they purchased the Warriors in 2010, the puzzle pieces they had inherited, the pieces they needed to acquire, and how they had to make those acquisitions without taking any steps back all against a firestorm of criticism from their frustrated fan base and from local and national media. Malinowski also does a good job of recounting the team's on-court play over the years, leading up to, and including, their banner 2015 and 2016 seasons, with an epilogue on their 2017 finals win. An insightful portrait of, yes, one of the all-time great NBA teams.--Moores, Alan Copyright 2017 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

The NBA champion Golden State Warriors are considered a budding dynasty as well as a well-run business, and here journalist Malinowski, who covers the team for Bleacher Report, adroitly details the franchise's long and bumpy road to success. The team's drafting of point guard Stephen Curry certainly helped, as did the business plan of co-owners Peter Guber, a Hollywood producer, and Joe Lacob, a former Silicon Valley venture capitalist. According to Lacob, the Warriors are not a basketball team but "much more than that. We're a sports, media, and technology entity." Lacob formed a collaborative framework for the Warriors that relied on both traditional basketball men such as team president Rick Welts and unconventional hires such as general manager Bob Myers (a former agent) and head coach Steve Kerr (a player and general manager who had never coached). The team employed science as a tool-including to refine players' sleep patterns-and embraced fan interaction: Guber set up an email address so that fans can ask questions of coaches and players. Malinowski describes the on-court action with humorous flair while also capturing the sophistication required to properly run a professional sports team. (Oct.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

Since 2010, when an ownership group led by venture-capitalist Joe Lacob and film producer Peter Guber, purchased the NBA's Golden State Warriors, the team has transformed from the laughingstock of the league to a championship-winning team. Sportswriter Malinowski assiduously documents their sudden rise by examining the owners' goal of making the Warriors function less like a sports team and more like a Silicon Valley tech company, including revamping the facilities, hiring science-minded staff, and relentlessly datamining players and opponents. These changes also included optimizing travel patterns so that players were not exposed to late-night flights. Within five years, the team reached the NBA Finals by eschewing norms and emboldening a diminutive point guard, Steph Curry, to become skilled at three-point shots. Though there is sometimes bias that the Warriors can almost do no wrong, Malinowski does question some personnel and coaching decisions. He also does a wonderful job of describing a sports franchise working on the precipice of technology to create a juggernaut. VERDICT While readers interested in the triumph of the 2017 season might be disappointed (the book was finalized before the end of this series), basketball fans everywhere will come to appreciate this version of Michael Lewis's classic Moneyball. A timely and necessary purchase for libraries where there is NBA fever.-Keith Klang, Port Washington P.L., NY © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

An exploration of how to rebuild a professional basketball team.For those still marveling at how the once-inconsequential Golden State Warriors won two out of the last three NBA championships, look no further than Bay Area basketball reporter Malinowski's lively book, which documents the many-moving-parts project of rebuilding the Warriors, very much as Michael Lewis' Moneyball did so for another hapless Oakland squad, the A's. When new owners Joe Lacob and Peter Guber, bringing venture capital and Hollywood money, came onto the scene at the turn of the decade, they initiated massive changes, firing a hapless front office with a knack for losing talented players while overpaying mediocre ones and bringing in basketball legend Jerry West to work with the players. What no one had appreciated, writes the author, was that they had one key ingredient to success and didn't really realize itnamely, Wardell Stephen Curry II, who was drafted by the team in 2009 and "was seen as a scrawny college star who performed feats that couldn't be replicated in the pro game." Wedding Curry's skills to solid coaching provided by West, Steve Kerr, and a host of lieutenants, the Warriors began to show their stuff. At the same time, those strategists began to pull together other elements of success, including "an improved and retooled defense" and, yes, lots of number-crunching that gave them uncanny insight into who ought to be on the court at any given moment: "With [Kevin] Durant sitting, Golden State shot 13 percent better from the floor and a whopping 29 percent better from three," Malinowski writes, good reason for Kerr to be constantly mindful of moving his roster in and out of the game depending on who they were up against. Obviously, it worked. Instructive reading for every coach and every player in every sportand fun, too. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Betaball PROLOGUE As the ball left Stephen Curry's hands, I was certain the shot was good. The Golden State Warriors' season had come down to this one history-shifting play, a long, somewhat frantic three-pointer with 33 seconds remaining in Game 7 of the NBA Finals. It was June 19, 2016, and over the past 236 days, the Warriors had played some of the most dominant basketball the world had ever witnessed. They started 24-0, then 36-2, 48-4, and 62-6. By season's end, thanks to a four-game win streak heading into the playoffs, the Warriors had won 73 games against only nine losses, a mark no NBA team had pulled off in the league's 67-year history. To cap off that milestone with a championship--which they'd done just a year earlier--seemed all but academic. And through a regular season in which the Warriors didn't lose back-to-back games, Curry was the catalyst that kept the team humming. After winning the NBA's Most Valuable Player Award for the 2014-15 season, Curry was even more spectacular in his encore performance. He served up a 40-point, seven-assist, six-rebound breakout on opening night against New Orleans. After a 53-point conflagration in the Warriors' third game, Curry was the league's top scorer every day through to the schedule's final game. Curry was an offensive dynamo who could not be slowed for months; he not only broke his own NBA record of 286 three-pointers in a season but obliterated the mark, swishing 402 such shots during the season. Curry also led the league in both steals and free-throw percentage for the second straight season, while also finishing eighth in assists. For much of the year, his Player Efficiency Rating--an analytical measure of a player's overall effectiveness--hovered above the all-time mark set by Wilt Chamberlain more than 50 years earlier. Alas, Curry's PER merely ended up the eighth-best in NBA history. As his stats further pushed the boundaries of reason, Curry witnessed his star status grow into that of a full-fledged supernova. When the Warriors came out for warm-ups two hours before a home game at Oracle Arena, more than a thousand fans would congregate around the periphery of the court, often jostling for position and craning their necks for just the right angle to witness Curry's 20-minute warm-up, often an entire show unto itself. His two-handed dribbling drills under the basket. His effortless threes from the center-court logo, often nailed in rapid succession. All capped off by the customary three-point attempt from the side tunnel that leads down to the Warriors' locker room. It's a 45-foot heave that he doesn't always convert--Curry is only human, after all--but when the ball goes in, a crowd 90 minutes before any basketball game has never sounded more alive. As much as the fans in Oakland would eat up Curry's pregame ritual, fans on the road could be just as insatiable. With every ensuing win and Curry highlight, the Warriors became a traveling road show, like an All-Star baseball team barnstorming the country back in the 1930s. During the playoffs, ESPN dedicated a camera feed strictly to showing Curry's midcourt warm-up heaves so it could then push the video link to subscribers of its mobile app. With all this attention, all the accolades and superlatives, there was a sense this was all building to . . . something. The Warriors, both individually and as a group, had made so much history in such a compact time that the season seemed destined to culminate in a memorable finish of some kind--either resounding triumph or unfathomable horror. And it all came down to this shot from Curry, which looked on target as it angled toward the rim along its natural arc. Aside from a smattering of visiting fans here and there, most of the nearly 20,000 people inside Oracle Arena figured the shot would go through. You could excuse the assumption. They had been conditioned to believe this. Since Curry arrived in the Bay Area in the summer of 2009, he'd shown glimpses of becoming this kind of player, someone who could decide championships with an unforgettable game, a marvelous quarter--even a single, dead-aim shot from 25 feet out. *  *  * The story of how the Golden State Warriors found themselves one shot away from NBA immortality is one of meager beginnings, like so many compelling stories, but the thing about the Warriors is just how fast all this success came about. Five years ago, they were deep in the midst of one of the most prolonged stretches of suckitude any NBA team had ever endured, permanent residents beneath the NBA's subfloor. Entering the 2012-13 season, Golden State had made the playoffs once in the past 18 seasons. To put that in perspective, only one NBA team has ever suffered through a more sustained slump. From 1976-77 to 1990-91, the Los Angeles Clippers didn't make the playoffs at all--15 straight years missing out on any chance for a title. Considering eight of 15 teams from the Western Conference make the postseason every April, the odds should be on a team's side a bit more often than that, no matter how ineptly they play. Not so for the Warriors, who were owned by one of the most reviled men in all of the sport. From 1995 to 2010, fans in the Bay Area wished day and night for his removal from ownership. Once in a while, there'd be a rumor or a whisper about some potential deal that might be in the works, but it never seemed to materialize, and many Warriors fans couldn't imagine when better days might be imminent. It seemed preposterous that this poorly run team with bottom-rung talent could possibly compete for anything worthwhile any time soon. That all started to change in the summer of 2010, when a new ownership group paid a record amount of money to buy the team and immediately began changing the culture. They assessed every employee's place in the company but waited six months before implementing any sweeping changes. Any workers dissatisfied with their role were summarily shipped off to other competitors. Office space was renovated and rebuilt to improve workflow, communication, and trust. A greater emphasis was placed on finding technological solutions to lingering problems and using proprietary analytics to unearth latent advantages their employees already possessed. Sounds a lot like a tech company, right? That's because Joe Lacob, Golden State's new majority owner, happened to be one of Silicon Valley's most experienced and successful venture capitalists. His co-owner, Peter Guber, was one of Hollywood's most famous and prolific producers. Along with a team of tech-minded investors sprinkled across the Bay Area, they spent nearly a half-billion dollars just for the right to try to turn one of the most moribund, unimpressive franchises in all of professional sports into something successful. The first couple of years didn't go so well. Two seasons in, two seasons still out of the playoffs. Fans remained agitated and impatient, but the new owners were committed to seeing their vision through. There were missteps, turns gone wrong that led to harsh lessons. But there were also glimpses of a brighter future, brought about by savvy evaluations, and the kinds of twists of fate that seem to come only when you're in the absolute best position to accept them. Both men had found success outside sports through constant innovation; both were convinced they could apply that same principle to construct a championship-caliber team. They would urge employees to speak out; encourage cross-collaboration; invest in bold, new technologies that could flame out; and never resist the urge to adapt. In the tech industry, the term for this stage of development is "beta"--never fully baked, always in flux, focused yet open to change. That strategy? It worked beyond their wildest imagination. The Warriors captured their first championship in 40 years and followed that up with the greatest regular season in NBA history. Curry was a global megastar. The Warriors were raking in millions in pure profit, faster than any other franchise. And the winning seemed to come so easily, as if it was all preordained. *  *  * Now, in the waning moments of Game 7, the Warriors teetered on the precipice of all-time greatness, one final three-pointer from a couple dozen feet out that would decide whether Golden State completed a scintillating storybook run or summoned forth a monstrous wave of second-guessing that few teams had ever experienced. As the tenths of a second ticked off, the oxygen sucked itself out of Oracle Arena, the ball fell toward the rim, and we all waited to see what the fates would decide. It was the culmination of a six-year odyssey to build the best basketball team ever assembled. But to really fathom what came next, we need to go back to how the Golden State Warriors, against all odds, arrived at this most improbable and momentous point in time. Excerpted from Betaball: How Silicon Valley and Science Built One of the Greatest Basketball Teams in History by Erik Malinowski All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.