Like I stated on here before, I’m not the typical NBA fan in Oklahoma. I don’t wear the corny community based T shirts when I attend games. I didn’t like the way Clay Bennett wasn’t upfront with the people in Seattle. I f you’re going to take someone’s team…then say it up front and be honest about it. I objectively realize OKC isn’t a major league city, but more of an NBA version of the Green Bay Packers as far as market and the manner in which the community embraces the team. I won’t freak out if Durant and/or Westbrook leave for Los Angeles or New York at some point, because it will happen eventually just like it did with Gretzky and Messier after their stays with the Edmonton Oilers. It will happen at some point. But while they’re here I realize how incredibly special it is to have two generational players displaying their world unique skills just twenty minutes from my front door in a place called Deer Creek, Oklahoma.
Like the writer said at the end of the Sonicsgate film… just think how cool it is to be able to watch in person players who do something better than anyone else in the world. There’s something extremely poetic in that thought. Almost romantic.