Geoff Petrie is a card-carrying member of the walking dead.
He may not eat flesh and he doesn't have the pallor of a corpse, but there's no doubt he's dead.
And yes, he is still breathing and wearing sport coats and leaning silently in the his little spot under the basket. But make no mistake, as a man of relevance in the NBA, the Kings' basketball president is nothing but a Zombie.
It is yet another sign that the Kings Apocalypse is upon us. Forget those silly Mayans and their ill-fated scare tactics. We've got full-on, end-of-the-world scenario playing out in the bowels of whatever they call that half-ass arena in Natomas.
DeMarcus Cousins has become such a sack-slapping, brooding, half-hearted suspended pile of disappointment that trade rumors are wafting furiously in the air. But Zombie Petrie remains on the sidelines, awaiting word on his undead future.
The Maloofs, who are flirting with so many cities they have decided to post a sexy profile of the Kings on Match.com, have rendered Zombie Petrie helpless. He barely speaks to anyone. He barely moves.
The Maloofs, who are flirting with so many cities they have decided to post a sexy profile of the Kings on Match.com, have rendered Zombie Petrie helpless. He barely speaks to anyone. He barely moves.
Zombie Petrie chooses to remain passive as his reputation (or what's left of it) gets ground into piles of charred bones.
Unfortunately, nobody expects anything to change.
If Zombie Petrie had a shred of dignity left in his lifeless body, he would resign. Or he would defy his bosses and say something that was actually meaningful.
It's a sad and frightening time -- and a time for Zombie Petrie to regain his human faculties.
Unfortunately, nobody expects anything to change.
If Zombie Petrie had a shred of dignity left in his lifeless body, he would resign. Or he would defy his bosses and say something that was actually meaningful.
It's a sad and frightening time -- and a time for Zombie Petrie to regain his human faculties.
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