Its too soon.
For panic. For blind optimism. For blame. For "solutions." All of it. Too damn soon.
And, that's okay.
It's game 2 of the season. The team (for those of you who still want to claim surprise at the fact that we're "rebuilding"
has been completely blown apart and put back together since Vlade's departure. Its understandable for people, including the coaching staff, to be somewhat perplexed as to where we will go to find success. Its understandable for the team themselves to need some time to figure out what they each need to do to win as a team.
To assume after two games, TWO games, that the team sucks and always will is every bit as foolish as to so quickly proclaim that the team will get back on track and win it all this year.
Let's everyone take our chill pills and give it... oh, I dunno... a week before switching to the cyanide capsules.
The team sucked royally last night. They improved this evening. Mike shot like hell both games. Doesn't mean he suddenly forgot how to do it. Neither did Peja. They'll get back on track. Things will even out, calm down, settle in. Then, if we need to, we can start mourning the franchise that was. Or, perhaps we'll be celebrating a nice little basketball team that can still make us proud once in a while.