A television set at a bar the other night was playing a classic match-up between the Houston Rockets and the Seattle Supersonics. It was a slow sports night, clearly. And I'll admit, I got a bit misty-eyed.
Sure, everyone remembers Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton--who could forget?! I even waited on Nate McMillian once*. But I'll always have a soft spot for the lesser known players: "Sleepy" Sam Perkins, Frank Brickowski, and, yes, even Ervin Johnson*.
But when the NBA ripped the team out of the city, they also tainted all of my memories from that era. Gone were the playoff games against Houston or the Finals in 1996 against Jordan. I've never gone back to watching the NBA.
And now I hear they want to uproot another franchise, ruin more memories and pretend that the "Kings" are now the "Sonics".
To that I say, "AIR BAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL".
*Nice guy, good tipper.