James Harden really misses the Oklahoma City Thunder. He had a team there. A life. Friends. And that last one, that’s the one he misses most. Friends. People to high-five when he sinks a free throw. This wasn’t an Andrew Bogut, a ploy for the TV cameras. This was a cry for help. A cry for Serge Ibaka and Kendricks Perkins, the men who used to greet his outstretched hand with warmth and caring. Because he’s lonely. All alone out there in Houston, no white parties or anything. No Kevin Durant to hit clutch shots. Give him a hug if you see him, won’t you?