The way I look at everything is as follows.
Think of a rare flower, one that blooms every 8-10 years. You were a young kid when you got it from a family member. It looks like it might bloom several times between those 8-10 years, but it never reaches anything of significance, and it just ends up getting your hopes up. Now finally, after almost a decade of waiting, your flower begins to bloom and you're more excited than a little kid on Christmas Eve. You go around telling everyone, friends, family, co-workers, that your flower is finally about to bloom after 8-10 years of patiently waiting, watering it, and now you are going to make damn sure that everyone knows about it. There is one thing you notice, the color of the flower isn't what you expected. You were expecting orange, but you ended up with a blue color. No biggie, says you, just as beautiful to me and you were always one for surprises. However, your mother, who is in the fast food business, decides that this flower is not fitting for the house, because it clashes with all her decor.
So one night when you are sleeping, dreaming and completely unaware, your mother glides in to the living room, where you proudly displayed your prized possession, and grabs the flower you so patiently waited for. She looks it over again, says too bad, and throws out into the trash. You wake up in the morning, perplexed at first. You search high and low, you know you left it here last night. You find your mother and ask, "where is my flower?" Your mother responds, "Son, I had to throw it out, it didn't match the furniture and decor." At this point, you are sure she is joking, but you realize her facial expression is serious. "How could you do that? I spent 8 years watching and waiting, and you just threw it out because of the color?" It is just as rare whether it is blue orange or yellow. She shrugs her shoulder and says, "My house, my rules." She walks away, leaving you stunned.
Obviously, the kid in this made up story of mine (I have officially lost my mind, btw) is us, Kings fans. The flower represents the King's team. The mother, of course, is Vivek. The color of the flower is actually significant, because it represents the "style" the Vivek wants to see. He expected orange, and he got blue instead, even though it does not change the rarity of the flower. I know some folks don't understand the Vivek thing and stick by him and the changes, expecting to see better. We may or may not see better, but that wasn't the point. We spent almost a decade of waiting to be significant again, and here comes someone who takes away the only success we have seen in years because he doesn't like the damn color, with a pee poor explanation to boot.