This night is pretty much rock bottom for me as a Hornets fan.
mW is going to disagree. The Spurs game 7 hit him hard, and that is what it is. And he’s still too pissed about the loss to Golden State on Friday (why yes, that would make it three losses in a row, for the first time in a year). For me? Nope. This is it.
I’ve never seen this team collapse like that at home. Never. When Chris Paul stumbled down the tunnel, the Hornets were up 17 points and looking just dominant. They were outscored 42-17 the rest of the way. 42-17. At home. Against a team that had, up until that point, appeared young and lost.
We don’t know how many games he’s going to be out with a groin injury, at this point. I don’t care. Doesn’t matter. Win a game, possibly multiple games, without Chris Paul? Right. They couldn’t even make it a quarter. A quarter.
I don’t know, I think I need therapy. I need to talk to a Wizards fan. A Wizards fan could help me right now. Is anyone a Wizards fan? How do you deal with it? What I mean is, how do you keep caring on nights when it seems like the team doesn’t care? Or, if you want to stick to the West and try to come up with a good analogy, a Suns fan. They would certainly know about something you loved, that you thought was great, falling to bits before your eyes.
‘Cause I’m terrified. I’m terrified that I’m terrified. I feel like I’ve let this team get way too close. I feel like this weekend they tore my heart out and ripped it into tiny pieces. I’m up on a ledge. THIS IS MY LEDGE. NOTHING YOU SAY WILL MAKE ME COME DOWN FROM IT. So there.
And you know, rah rah, I’m supposed to be the funny, optimistic, homer blog. Rah, friends.
No. This team has got to show me something. Tonight they didn’t. Prove to me you can play without CP. Prove to me that you can play with heart. Because right now I don’t believe it. And, even scarier, it was transparent on the court, and you could see it all the way up in Row 26, that they didn’t believe it.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s a train.