OAKLAND, Calif. - Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to say farewell to the greatest regular-season team in NBA history, the Golden State Warriors.

This team exemplified how basketball should be played at its peak. They could shoot the ball, create off the ball, run with grace and score like nobody's business. But somewhere along their journey, they fell into to the temptation of being boastful and proud.

That's why we're here today. We're here to remember a team that had it all, but allowed for ill manners and boastfulness to send them to an unfortunate, untimely offseason grave.

I will be speaking on the power of unity, perseverance and destruction. Tell your neighbor don't fall asleep. They're going to want to hear this sermon.

The locker room floor Sunday night was flooded with pools of champagne. Hugs were going all around, while some players chose to just stand still and take in the moment. Most players were in tears and so were the coaches. Nobody gave them a chance. Nobody gave the city of Cleveland a chance. LeBron gave them hope and a chance once he returned.

Now this is the part of the service where we ask you to come to the altar and repent. Turn from your evil ways. What happened to the Warriors could happen to any one of us. They got too full of themselves. They thought they were untouchable. They got too high and mighty for their own good. Don't let that be you.

Cleveland was plagued with a curse for 52 agonizing years and just like that, the curse is broken. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. LeBron works in mysterious ways. The city is now rejoicing.

So as we get ready to take up an offering and adjourn, if you take anything from this sermon, just please remember to stay classy and meek. That's a lesson the Warriors forgot.

May Golden State rest in peace. Until we meet again, saints. Until we meet again.