Take this team and shove it.
That should be the attitude of Kings fans across Sacramento.
And those sentiments should be directed toward the unholy trio of Gavin and Joe Maloof, and their mild-mannered butler Geoff Petrie.
There are no more excuses for this paltry and pathetic assemblage of talent. High draft picks, salary cap room, and a reported "genius" in the front office have landed the team in the cellar again.
It's embarassing. It's unacceptable. And nobody is screaming about it. Are the Maloofs raising holy hell? Are they holding Petrie accountable for this disaster? Or do they care anymore? Maybe they're just counting the days until the moving trucks arrive.
The Kings are a boarded-up bank repo. Once grand and now in awful disrepair.
It's a shame. The franchise with the most loyal fanbase in the NBA has put together an incredibly unlikeable team. Selfish, immature, seemingly incapable of arousing even a hint of teamwork.
The worst part? There's probably nothing that can be done. Petrie still thinks he's sitting on a gold mine of talent. There seems to be no pressure to make any big moves.
And the Maloofs, the league's former golden boys, just sit silently by, staring at their empty wallets, becoming increasing irrelevant with each passing minute.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Monday, March 28, 2011
Why the Maloofs are now to blame for the hateful, bitter divorce
And now begins the hateful divorce.
It's getting ugly, sports fans. This is gonna end up worse than discovering Snooki at the opposite side of the table on a blind date.
On Monday afternoon, the city of Sacramento sent an email to the city of Anaheim. It was a last-ditch attempt to make sure the Kings didn't leave town without paying off their $77 million loan.
The Maloof boys got all angry when they read the letter.
But here's the bottom line: At this point, the Brothers Grim have nobody to blame but themselves.
They could have done this with skill and class. They could have been upfront. They could have made known their intention to make good on the loan to the city, whatever happened.
But no.
They were going to skulk out of town in a haze of confusing and bitter fog. And maybe, just maybe, they were going to leave Sacramento holding the bag.
Not a single news conference or interview to explain why Anaheim was the right destination for their franchise. Not a single word about how they were ready to stand tall and honor all their loan obligations.
Nope. Nothing.
And then, Joe Maloof finally decided to weigh in with Randy Youngman of the Orange County Register on Monday night. He sounded like a wiseguy from Jersey.
"You better be careful," he said. "Don't mess around and interfere with our business."
What's he going to do? Shoot Mayor Johnson with a t-shirt cannon?
The so-called masters of customer service have moved on to a new fan base. And they are treating the old fans like garbage. Not with honesty and respect. But with subterfuge.
The Maloofs are broke. Financially and spiritually.
They pillaged the franchise for the last five years, saving every ounce of cash while watching the team go down in flames.
They watched the arena empty, while begging pity about not getting a brand new building.
Gavin and Joe Maloof are middle-aged dweebs who got in over their head.
And now they're running.
It's a sad sight.
It's getting ugly, sports fans. This is gonna end up worse than discovering Snooki at the opposite side of the table on a blind date.
On Monday afternoon, the city of Sacramento sent an email to the city of Anaheim. It was a last-ditch attempt to make sure the Kings didn't leave town without paying off their $77 million loan.
The Maloof boys got all angry when they read the letter.
But here's the bottom line: At this point, the Brothers Grim have nobody to blame but themselves.
They could have done this with skill and class. They could have been upfront. They could have made known their intention to make good on the loan to the city, whatever happened.
But no.
They were going to skulk out of town in a haze of confusing and bitter fog. And maybe, just maybe, they were going to leave Sacramento holding the bag.
Not a single news conference or interview to explain why Anaheim was the right destination for their franchise. Not a single word about how they were ready to stand tall and honor all their loan obligations.
Nope. Nothing.
And then, Joe Maloof finally decided to weigh in with Randy Youngman of the Orange County Register on Monday night. He sounded like a wiseguy from Jersey.
"You better be careful," he said. "Don't mess around and interfere with our business."
What's he going to do? Shoot Mayor Johnson with a t-shirt cannon?
The so-called masters of customer service have moved on to a new fan base. And they are treating the old fans like garbage. Not with honesty and respect. But with subterfuge.
The Maloofs are broke. Financially and spiritually.
They pillaged the franchise for the last five years, saving every ounce of cash while watching the team go down in flames.
They watched the arena empty, while begging pity about not getting a brand new building.
Gavin and Joe Maloof are middle-aged dweebs who got in over their head.
And now they're running.
It's a sad sight.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Buzz kill at Arco. Don't expect the Maloofs to change their minds.
Talk about a buzz kill.
On a night that was supposed to be all about energy and atmosphere and showing the Maloofs that the Kings needed to stay in town, Monday night's crowd just never took flight.
The Kings came out in throwback Royals jerseys (an awful idea that needed to be quickly shoved aside but wasn't) and it was all downhill from there.
The arena was far from full.
The chants never took hold and fizzled out.
And Arco thunder was more like a brief streaks of lightning flickering in the distance. Sure the fans could get very loud every now and then, but it was certainly not enough. Not enough to rekindle memories of the old days. Not enough to turn back the oncoming train of change.
This was the view exactly three minutes from the national anthem. The arena filled up more, but I was shocked the fans weren't packing the place and ready to rumble early.
I doubt the Maloofs were impressed. In fact, the turnout and energy may have sealed the team's departure, not that I thought there was a much of chance of them sticking around, anyway.
Here they stay?
Sorry.
Looks like there they go.
On a night that was supposed to be all about energy and atmosphere and showing the Maloofs that the Kings needed to stay in town, Monday night's crowd just never took flight.
The Kings came out in throwback Royals jerseys (an awful idea that needed to be quickly shoved aside but wasn't) and it was all downhill from there.
The arena was far from full.
The chants never took hold and fizzled out.
And Arco thunder was more like a brief streaks of lightning flickering in the distance. Sure the fans could get very loud every now and then, but it was certainly not enough. Not enough to rekindle memories of the old days. Not enough to turn back the oncoming train of change.
This was the view exactly three minutes from the national anthem. The arena filled up more, but I was shocked the fans weren't packing the place and ready to rumble early.
But you can't blame the fans. They've been churned, burned, and spit out. A dreadful economy, an awful team, and now talk of a move to Anaheim. Despite the pleading, only the very loyal diehards remain. And they are not enough.
I doubt the Maloofs were impressed. In fact, the turnout and energy may have sealed the team's departure, not that I thought there was a much of chance of them sticking around, anyway.
Here they stay?
Sorry.
Looks like there they go.
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