I am honestly numb.
I'm not angry. It wouldn't do any good.
I'm not sad. I think a part of me was already convinced something would happen to cancel out the "no turnip" karma.
I'm not anything. I'm just to the point where it dosn't matter any more.
I have been a fan of the NBA for over 40 years. I have loved the Sacramento Kings since they played their first game with my home town as part of their name. I have devoted more time and energy following this sport than most people who do it for a living.
Now, once again, just when I'm starting to feel a little optimistic about a decent showing in round 1 of the playoffs, despite game 1, something happens that knocks me down, rips my heart out, and then leaves it there on the ground to be devoured by jackals.
At what point does a devoted fan simply stop loving the game that's been a big part of her life for the majority of her life? It's not because I don't still love the game, because God knows I do. A well-executed pick and roll still gets my adrenalin pumping. A blocked shot or a steal can make me jump with joy. Watching the Kings pass the ball with perfection and get the open shot is poetry.
On the other hand there simply have been, I'm afraid, too many heartbreaks. The flagrant 2 decision issued by the NBA this morning may actually have been the straw that broke the camel's back.
There are certain rules in the NBA I think are over-reactionary when enforced on a "zero tolerance" basis. This is one of them. But I could be wrong. I just don't know any more and it's to the point where pretty much all the fight has gone out of me to even argue about it.
I love our Kings. I just honestly don't know if I even want to watch tomorrow.
Thank you, David Stern.
I'm not angry. It wouldn't do any good.
I'm not sad. I think a part of me was already convinced something would happen to cancel out the "no turnip" karma.
I'm not anything. I'm just to the point where it dosn't matter any more.
I have been a fan of the NBA for over 40 years. I have loved the Sacramento Kings since they played their first game with my home town as part of their name. I have devoted more time and energy following this sport than most people who do it for a living.
Now, once again, just when I'm starting to feel a little optimistic about a decent showing in round 1 of the playoffs, despite game 1, something happens that knocks me down, rips my heart out, and then leaves it there on the ground to be devoured by jackals.
At what point does a devoted fan simply stop loving the game that's been a big part of her life for the majority of her life? It's not because I don't still love the game, because God knows I do. A well-executed pick and roll still gets my adrenalin pumping. A blocked shot or a steal can make me jump with joy. Watching the Kings pass the ball with perfection and get the open shot is poetry.
On the other hand there simply have been, I'm afraid, too many heartbreaks. The flagrant 2 decision issued by the NBA this morning may actually have been the straw that broke the camel's back.
There are certain rules in the NBA I think are over-reactionary when enforced on a "zero tolerance" basis. This is one of them. But I could be wrong. I just don't know any more and it's to the point where pretty much all the fight has gone out of me to even argue about it.
I love our Kings. I just honestly don't know if I even want to watch tomorrow.
Thank you, David Stern.