What once was taken for granted around here as a normal part of spring — going to the NBA playoffs — had become scarce. An arena whose best moments had come in May and June of years gone by — packed to the brim, pulsating music blaring, balloons floating, crowd inhaling and exhaling every possession, noise ratcheting to the level of a 747 landing at mid-court — remained dark for the past fistful of Aprils, the loud ghosts of past postseason triumphs and defeats fading from memory.
Vivint Smart ...
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