Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
OKC fans: welcome to Garbage Time All-Stars. Seriously! I know, this week's strip is a sore subject but please understand that we aren't hating on you or begrudging you the right to enjoy your team or anything like that. You had no team and now you do. You're happy and you should be.
What bugs us is not the fact that you have a team but rather that Seattle does not. It's Bennett's premeditated hijacking that leaves a bad taste. It's David Stern and the NBA and 27 team ownership groups who allowed it to happen (votes against: Portland's Paul Allen and Dallas's Mark Cuban).
So please cut the crap about the people in Seattle not loving their team enough, that they don't deserve a team, that they should have voted for a new arena, etc. There are a lot of great Sonics fans feeling this loss. This was politics and capitalism and powerful interests. Their team is gone. And you know what, a few years down the road it could happen to you too, whether or not you love your team.
When the season starts we will watch the OKC Thunder. We will be amazed by Kevin Durant and the promising bunch of youngsters Sam Presti has gathered. We will absolutely understand that you are happy to have a team. But when we think back on this business of how it came to pass we might also feel a twinge and have to use the can.
And I'm even a little sorry to contribute to the negativity at this point, but it is THE story of the off-season and we didn't want to let it go by without comment. Plus, the logo is hideous.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
It's one state you don't want to eff with. And you know the first head GSW mounts on a spike? Whatever soon-to-be-announced crappy mascot OKC churns out, whose suit will likely have been "relocated" from a Chuck E. Cheese employee break room. Thunderstruck my ass.
Another option would be change the name of the Warriors existing mascot to "The REAL Thunder."
Anyway, sit tight, all you bored people who read this site at work! After a brief champagne-soaked off-season Mark and I are recharged and ready to toast your retinas. Garbage time is nigh.