Getting all wrong on the Sacramento Kings

I bashed this idea around too much. I managed a few long mea culpas, and some shorter versions that seemed to me making excuses in areas I had no excuses for. Nothing worked. So, in honor of the Sacramento Kings officially winning 13 games, one more that I had them pegged for all season back in October, I will now attack my words from last fall, FJM-style. Let the groveling commence. Apologies for saving the Kings for the very last, but they are the very least, and I can't shake the feeling that they'll challenge records for all-time futility. OK, "futility" is a relative term. And notice I didn't mention in what area, mind you, they would approach a certain "record." Perhaps the team is the all-time worst (or, at least, approaching it) at building a 10-man pyramid. Maybe the team's collective penmanship is awful. Perhaps the team harmonies are sickening. You ever hear these chaps run through "Silent Night?" The team's in a tough ...