Wow, that was fast.
A season down the drain in less than 10 games.
Even for the Kings, that's pretty damn impressive. What happens now is all about the ugly.
Attendance at Sleep Train Arena will continue to plummet. Fan interest, already at an all-time low, will continue to wane. And the players - that collection of ill-fitting, selfish, immature youngsters - will begin to implode.
But nothing will happen.
This might easily become the greatest train wreck in sports history.
Fire Keith Smart? Doubtful. The team has no money to hire a real coach and they just gave the guy an extension.
Make a huge trade? Laughable. That would entail Geoff Petrie actually rising from a decade-long nap. And owners who are engaged. Hint: They ain't.
The Kings have become a debacle of the highest order.
Professional sports should bring pride and passion and buzz to a city. They should not make you feel sad.
But that's what happening right now.
Deep in the bowels of the arena, the truth is known. Nobody seems to care. Not the players. Not the team management.
And if they don't care, why should we?