The day was going just about perfectly.
The Kings and Geoff Petrie had lucked into the selection of talented power forward Thomas Robinson with the 5th pick.
In my opinion, he was the best possible player in the draft for the Kings. A guy who could help this season. Tough. Aggressive. Great motor.
It couldn't get any better, could it?
Nope.
It didn't. It got strange.
By the time the second round came rolling around, the state of the current ownership came clearly into focus.
The Maloofs are bankrupt. Broke. Penniless.
How else to explain why you would simply sell your second-round pick for cash?
This is not something a bottom-dwelling professional franchise does. This is a team that desperately needs talent. Tossing away a chance at another player is stupid. Very stupid.
But these are the Maloofs. And, well, there's really no other explanation needed, is there?
Please don't tell us your finances are fine and then pull a stunt like this. If you can't afford to own a team, that's no sin. But don't take down a franchise to salvage your pride.
Guess the boys needed a little walking-around money.
Or maybe they needed to invest in another doomsday economist.
Just pathetic.
Truly pathetic.
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Kings fans deserve better than this sad, pathetic franchise
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Grant Napear sucks up to the Maloofs again -- and it ain't pretty
KHTK broadcaster Grant Napear spent Wednesday's radio show blowing unicorn dust up the asses of Joe and Gavin Maloof.
Nothing new there, but this was truly pathetic.
Challenged by frustrated fans about the team's cost-cutting and inability to secure high-priced talent, Napear could have finally broken free from the company line and ripped the team's ownership.
Instead, he told his listeners that they should be patient because the Maloofs are waiting to see the new collective bargaining agreement before they begin to spend money.
This is a crock.
Look, if the Maloofs want to nickel and dime and put an inferior product on the floor, it's their business. But don't expect the fans to be patient.
And don't expect them to buy tickets, no matter how many promotional deals they might offer.
Right now, there is no way I expect this team to be here next year.
A deal for a new arena is stone-cold dead. Arco is a morgue. The coach is lost. And the team lacks talent, energy and any charisma.
Why would any business owner keep the team in town?
But Mr. Napear is fine with this. Deal with it, he tells fans. Wait to make your decision until after the new CBA is signed.
One caller asked Grant to name a team that has pinched pennies more than the Kings. Lots of them, he intoned. And then named the Utah Jazz.
Oh yeah, the Jazz. The team with the 7th highest payroll in the league. The team that had no problem trading for Al Jefferson, a player who is owed $13 million, $14 million and $15 million over the next three seasons.
Sounds like a perfect analogy to me.
Look, if the Maloofs want to fill seats and generate enthusiasm for a new arena, they have to SPEND MONEY NOW. That's the only way you sell product. Not by cheesy seat deals. Sure, spending money now hurts the bottom line, but it builds good will, gets fans back in the seats, and turns around the momentum.
Unless, of course, you are not interested in any of those things.
Which looks very much the case right now.
Mr. Napear needs to stop bowing to the Maloofs. He needs to stop bailing the buckets of water out of their sinking ship and start laying down the truth.
I'm not holding my breath.
Nothing new there, but this was truly pathetic.
Challenged by frustrated fans about the team's cost-cutting and inability to secure high-priced talent, Napear could have finally broken free from the company line and ripped the team's ownership.
Instead, he told his listeners that they should be patient because the Maloofs are waiting to see the new collective bargaining agreement before they begin to spend money.
This is a crock.
Look, if the Maloofs want to nickel and dime and put an inferior product on the floor, it's their business. But don't expect the fans to be patient.
And don't expect them to buy tickets, no matter how many promotional deals they might offer.
Right now, there is no way I expect this team to be here next year.
A deal for a new arena is stone-cold dead. Arco is a morgue. The coach is lost. And the team lacks talent, energy and any charisma.
Why would any business owner keep the team in town?
But Mr. Napear is fine with this. Deal with it, he tells fans. Wait to make your decision until after the new CBA is signed.
One caller asked Grant to name a team that has pinched pennies more than the Kings. Lots of them, he intoned. And then named the Utah Jazz.
Oh yeah, the Jazz. The team with the 7th highest payroll in the league. The team that had no problem trading for Al Jefferson, a player who is owed $13 million, $14 million and $15 million over the next three seasons.
Sounds like a perfect analogy to me.
Look, if the Maloofs want to fill seats and generate enthusiasm for a new arena, they have to SPEND MONEY NOW. That's the only way you sell product. Not by cheesy seat deals. Sure, spending money now hurts the bottom line, but it builds good will, gets fans back in the seats, and turns around the momentum.
Unless, of course, you are not interested in any of those things.
Which looks very much the case right now.
Mr. Napear needs to stop bowing to the Maloofs. He needs to stop bailing the buckets of water out of their sinking ship and start laying down the truth.
I'm not holding my breath.
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