“There’s always next season.”
Every sports fan has heard or said these words at some point. For 97% of them, it’s true. The other 3% reside in Baltimore, where the Colts used to gallop, or (y)our beloved Seattle, where the SuperSonics used to make waves.
In those rare instances, there wasn’t a next season. How coincidental is it that the city most beleaguered for its high suicide rate would be punished so profusely as to have one of the NBA’s most promising teams and best pure scorers since Kobe Bryant right down the street, only to have that team unceremoniously shipped out to the middle of nowhere (Oklahoma City? Really, NBA?)?
Forget basketball. What about the 2005-2006 Seattle Seahawks? In Seattle’s only Super Bowl appearance, they were robbed of a fair game by referee Bill Leavy, losing outright and never again resembling that Super Bowl-caliber team that Mike Holmgren fielded that year.
But hey, there’s always next year.
Well, it’s almost next year as the draft is less ...