Normally, this time of year I'd have a touch of Kings fever. Perhaps a tingle of enthusiasm for the upcoming NBA season.
Here's a news flash: I've got nuthin.
Maybe I've bled out. Pierced by a bleak future, bludgeoned by years of ownership neglect.
You can delude yourself and think this team is loaded with young talent, but that's an ugly mirage. The team is nothing but an oddly arranged group of mismatched talent with a uniform desire to chuck up shots, avoid defense and passing, and just casually go about the business of being NBA losers.
DeMarcus Cousins has plenty of talent and still sports the maturity of a 12 year old. Tyreke Evans has been woefully coached and has no clue about his role. New rookie Thomas Robinson is not going to make an impact for a few years. And Jimmer? Well, there hasn't been a worse acquisition for a team since the New York Jets traded for Tim Tebow.
It's sad, really. This city used to love its team without question. Now we constantly question without love. The passion is gone. So are many of the fans. And the actual team is probably gone by year's end.
Maybe this team will surprise us. Maybe they'll figure it out and shock the league. But I ain't holding my breath.
Sure, I'll still tune in for awhile at least. I'm curious. But there aren't many players I'd want to invest in emotionally. Isaiah Thomas is about the only guy I truly like on the entire squad.
Here's hoping for one last season to give Sacramento a few thrills.