Is there anything more delicious than watching the cash-strapped Maloof boys squirm as their long-anticipated move to Anaheim slowly disintegrates?
I'll be honest. I thought there were long gone. And that's probably still true, but the events of the last two days are just fascinating to witness.
After playing ridiculous hardball with the city in negotiations for a new arena and then dismantling the team in the name of economics and killing the attendance, they are a bundle of mock outrage because an interloper has the nerve to make them look like small-time players.
Yup, welcome to the recession, Gavin and Joe. You are cash poor and so are we. How does it feel?
And now you're ready to blame Billionaire Burkle for trying to move in and take your team.
Deal with it.
The Maloof brothers are like those Jersey guys in shiny suits who strut boldly and believe that outward signs of obvious wealth are what matter most.
Hell, Adrienne Maloof is the poster girl for such nonsense. She paraded around the arena concourse Wednesday night, huge camera crew in tow, dressed to kill in designer clothes, and sporting a look so surgically enhanced you thought her face might implode at a moment's notice.
Yet this is the image Joe and Gavin and George Maloof want to convey.
Except for one important fact.
And Burkle isn't.
Suddenly, the NBA owners are looking at the Maloofs as expendable. The league is a club for the whales, not the minnows.
Is Sacramento an NBA town? Maybe not. But there's a guy with awful deep pockets who thinks it just might be.
And that might just be good enough for David Stern and the rest of the Billionaire Boys Club.