Where are you, Joe and Gavin? Kings nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
Why have you disappeared?
And why are you letting your weasel younger brother seemingly hijack the operation of the team?
Joe and Gavin Maloof used to be the faces of the franchise. Young, energetic owners with a passion for basketball. They rooted with unrestrained gusto at courtside during the glory years. They answered the phone when fans called. They lived and breathed customer service.
But now they are invisible. Why?
Are they not considered competent enough to run the franchise?
Why has George, who presided over the business swoon of the Palms Casino, become the man in charge of the Kings? Was it always this way and we just didn't know?
You have to wonder what Joe and Gavin are thinking, but they hardly speak anymore. Do they want the team to remain in Sacramento? Sure seemed like it when they did their premature dance at midcourt with Kevin Johnson before the ill-fated Sacramento arena deal exploded in a gory mess.
It's not too late for the boys to make a stand.
It's not too late to turn this slow-motion community tragedy into a momentous victory for a city that has given its life blood to a franchise for 25 years.
It's not too late to regain your reputation.
Tell George to step aside.
Go back to Mayor Johnson and make a deal.
This is your team.
Act like it.
Make it happen.
