Few things are more fun to watch than an NBA team that is quickening, that has endured its newborn stumbles and adolescent gaffes and is actively molting the doltish disarray that had instilled apathy and disrespect in viewer and performer alike. A team finding its versatile rhythmic foundation so that it mixes and matches the fervor of rock, the improvisation of jazz, the placidity of the forest and the organic memory of the blues. Such a team…