You know, during all this seemingly interminable fuss about the arena I've been worried, I've been sad, I've been depressed, and I've been heart-broken. (And all too briefly, I was elated and relieved.) Until tonight, though, I have never been flat-out mad.
These are OUR KINGS they're screwing around with, not theirs. They may own the franchise but they don't buy the jerseys, they don't bleed purple, they don't spend money on tickets that should really be spent on everyday living costs, they don't drive for hours to see a game, they don't miss family events to make sure they see the game, they don't cry when a favorite player is traded and they certainly don't give a rat's patoot about the fans.
Yes, it's true. The NBA is a business and to the Maloofs, we're nothing more than cash cows and I'm tired of it. I will not forgive them without a formal apology to each and every fan whose heart has been ripped out and stomped on by their financial and managerial ineptitude. And while they're at it, they'd better take out a full page ad to apologize to Kevin Johnson and #FANS and everyone else who has put their lives on hold to find a way to get the new arena the Maloofs have whined about for so long.
I love my Kings and I'm tired of seeing them run by the Keystone Cops of NBA owners.