How is it possible that the team owners who promised to move heaven and earth and spend like crazy in an attempt to improve the team are still near the league minimum in team salary?
How is it possible that those wacky brothers have not told Geoff Petrie to use his supposed creative genius to craft a deal for a veteran star talent?
How is it possible that Gavin and Joe can't see that the current squad is so unlikable and plays such a selfish, uninspiring brand of basketball that the arena will be empty in a matter in months?
How do these Two Blundering Blokes not see that Tyreke Evans and DeMarcus Cousins have been mismanaged so badly that the team's coaches should be charged with basketball malpractice?
Well, here's the answer...
They know all those things. Every one of them.
But they are not going to do a thing.
Not for at least two more months.
I hope I'm wrong, but their only strategy seems to be the stall. And the stall is meant to kill enthusiasm. And to kill fan interest. And to show David Stern that they were right last year...
That the team belongs in Anaheim... where a pot of gold awaits.
Even if the city comes up with a viable arena deal, the Maloofs can argue the terms, balk at the rental fees, and crumble it.
Some argue it's out of the Maloofs' hands. That it will be Stern's call. I don't buy it.
Prove me wrong, Maloofs. I'd be more than happy to admit it.
Make a move. Make two moves. Show some guts. Spend some money. Make a league-shattering deal.
C'mon, Maloofs, I dare you.
Because it ain't gonna happen.
