Oh, so the Association wants to offer these fools 99% ($74 million) of a $75 million development cost to build a new arena in Sacramento that was agreed to months ago?  Where the River City did EVERYTHING asked of them and then some?



Nope.

Not good enough.

Spare me the platitudes, George, Gavin, and the other bankrupt family members who have had to sell their party casino, beer distributorship, and anything of value as they continue to chase their hope of being Anaheim's attache.

So what are fans in the Sacramento Valley supposed to do now?  Throw their money at this family and hope they have a change of heart (yeah right)?  (Well, they did have a change of heart...to what they really wanted to do in the first place.)

Hope that 29 other owners will be able to prevent them from leaving in this blatant ploy to shore up their own finances at the cost of the Paupers' longest-running home city?

Accept the 2002 Western Conference Finals as a legitimate sporting result?

What else can really be said at this point, the fans did their part, Mayor Kevin Johnson did his part, the NBA was willing to reduce the Maloofs' obligations to negligable...and here we are.

This chapter in the saga is the textbook definition of bawful, ladies and gentlemen.

Labels: beer, conspiracy theories, failure, fan loyalty, historical fail, hypocrites, infamy, Maloof brothers, megalomania, owned, Sacramento Kings, Seattle Supersonics, why don't I have a rich uncle

After kicking away a six-year deal worth $58 million, Ben Gordon held out for -- drum roll, please! -- a one-year qualifying offer of $6.4 million. For non-mathematologists, that's a net loss of almost $52 million in guaranteed money. But Ben's going all Alfred E. Neuman about the whole thing:

"I don't regret any decisions. I always try to make the right one. I have my own set of reasons why I make decisions that may be different than anyone else's. After looking at how everything went down, I definitely made the right decision."

Boy, I'd hate to see what happens when Ben makes the wrong decision. The supposed upshot of the one-year deal is that Ben will be an unrestricted free agent again next summer, when, apparently, he and his agent believe teams will suddenly be keen on handing over a max contract to an undersized shooting guard who can't handle the ball, create plays for his teammates, or defend anybody at his position. This will be right after gold nuggets start falling from the sky and just before Al-Qaeda starts handing out real kittens instead of kitten-shaped bombs.

Labels: Ben Gordon, Chicago Bulls, contract negotiations, failure

Tom Brady and the New England Patriots. From "The Greatest Team of All Time" to "The Greatest Super Bowl Flop of All Time." Just like that.

Brady spreads his legs for the Giants defense...

...then bends over for a thorough sodomization.

Labels: failure, New England Patriots, Super Bowl, Tom Brady