I reject the idea that they play no defense. There's just not much a defense can do when Lillard shoots from the logo. Or VanVleet get incendiary, as he did last night.
This generation of scorers are the greatest ever, simply put. You cannot stop Kevin Durant, short of fouling him. You can't block his shot-- it has too high and too quick a release, even as a jumper. You make him shoot over you and hope he misses.
I love when they run like hell up the court too, largely because I remember the Bataan Death March that was 1990's NBA basketball. Every shot, a defender clipped an elbow or hit your hand or punched you in the gut. Teams walked the ball up the court, set up iso plays, and took long twos which, for the most part, clanked harmlessly off the rim. Any team that showed promise or fun-- Seattle's Sean Kemp/ Gary Payton team, for example, or Phoenix's KJ/ Thunder Dan/ Barkley squads-- were bounced by squads of goons whose soul job was to make the game a slog.
Give me games with actual offensive plays. Give me transcendent offensive stars like Curry and Trae Young, who almost assuredly wouldn't have played more than token minutes in the Jon Konkak/ Joe Kleine/ Bill Wennington era.
Also, I'm unsure of the location of your YMCA, but the competition there must be a lot better than the one where I play. We look a heck of a lot more like Pat Riley's Knicks than anything you describe.