The Sonics are officially gone. It will be entertaining to watch the Howard Schultz lawsuit play out. It promises to entertain us with a thorough re-hashing of all of Clay Bennett's carpetbagging (question: is re-hashing carpetbagging at all similar to haberdashery?). We'll get to hear more accounts of Clay Bennett squirming on the witness stand and be reminded how much of a "cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is." Who knows, maybe I'll find a few more excuses to post clips from Joe Dirt.
That will be fun for a while. Then it will end and the team fka Sonics will be in Oklahoma City and we'll be left with some retired jerseys and championship banners to take down. All the Sonics players will start moving down to the dustbowl tomorrow morning. They'll find some hotel rooms to live out of during the season and keep their agents on speed dial, hoping for a trade to Miami.
The Sonics were dead to me a few months ago, now they really are dead.