Last night, the Washington Wizards closed the door on yet another disappointing season. The team fell short of 30 wins, and of course missed the playoffs. It’s a morose feeling that Wizards fans have come to expect since our ephemeral run of success was dismantled and the indefinite rebuilding began.
If you’re like me, you just swallow it. You turn your back on the laughably bad record and scrape together enough positives to make yourself feel like the season was, well, something.
Or maybe you turned into an unofficial NCAA scout long ago because you knew the Wizards would, once again, be in the draft lottery. You try your hand at which area of the team is most talent-deficient and mentally plug in the next top prospect. But your franchise player doesn’t like this approach. He wants more veterans. And he’s right to demand it.
Maybe you’re trying to imagine a way the Wizards can squeak out some salary cap room this summer. But with so much money tied up in three players, it’s difficult to be creative. (Well, maybe if they’re able to tra --- no? Okay.)
I remember the last time the Wizards were in the playoffs. I went on a Carnival cruise with about 20 people and we departed from Miami the day of game 1 against the Cavaliers. I saw the Wizards take their first loss of the series, but being out on the water with no satellite signal, I didn’t’ see much else. There was a guy I’d bumped into later in the week wearing a Lebron jersey (likely a bandwagon fan) and I asked him if he’d heard how the series was going. Drunk, he raised his cocktail and yelled, “Sh*t, man, I don’t know!”
I returned just in time to see the Wizards get bounced from the playoffs (again) by the Cavaliers. It took as long for me to absorb the loss as it took for me to flush the vacation alcohol from my body.
And here we are again, hoping for a better season next year.