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Fuck It: I’m Going With The Blazers

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Seattleites expressing Portland envy is beyond passe, but as a basketball fan, I have to indulge. Last season, I proposed trading the Sonics, the S.L.U.T., Christine Gregoire’s expiring contract, and an American Apparel to Portland for the Blazers. Apparently, the Rose City wasn’t biting. Now we lack a team to root for, let alone trade. And the most exciting, most Seattle-connected, best-run franchise in basketball is just a drunken train ride away. The desire to see the league (and David Stern) fail is strong, and there are those who say we can’t switch sides to a former “rival,” but I'm not alone when I say, fuck it: I’m going with the Blazers.

They’ve had the more entertaining team for some time—basically, since Wally Walker & co. decided that a Shawn Kemp/Gary Payton/George Karl core wasn’t good enough to win a championship. (The one exception was the 2004-2005 season, when coach Nate “Mr. Sonic” McMillan led the Supes to a lucky, fun, run-and-gun first-place finish; the front office promptly lost him to Portland.) While we suffered through Vin Baker’s jowly lethargy, Portland fans enjoyed an orgy of low and high criminality with a decidedly Up in Smoke tint; Rasheed Wallace and Damon Stoudamire hotboxing in a speeding Hummer, J.R. Rider toking with a pop can, and Stoudamire making an encore by setting off an airport metal detector with about an ounce-and-a-half of bud wrapped in tin foil. If your team’s going to be a joke, it might as well be funny.

These days, Portland has thrust the mantle of dysfunction (along with/in the person of Zach Randolph) onto the New York Knicks, and new Blazers GM Kevin Pritchard is steadily crafting a marvel, one with significant Seattle ties. You probably already know that the Blazers are owned by Paul Allen, coached by McMillan, led by Seattle’s favorite NBA son, Brandon Roy, and feature former Seattle Prep star Martell Webster. But more importantly, Pritchard’s adding young, athletic players by the handful—high-flyers like Greg Oden, Travis Outlaw, Nicolas Batum, Rudy Fernandez, and Jerryd Bayless. He’s importing Europe’s best point guards—Sergio Rodriguez, Petteri Koponen...I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds a way to score Ricky Rubio. In Oden and LaMarcus Aldridge, the Blazers may have the third best frontcourt in the league, at an average age of 21.5. Watching Pritchard deal with other GMs is a little like watching Alex Trebek host and compete in a Saturday Night Live Celebrity Jeopardy episode while holding the cue cards with the answers in his hand. (The Sean Connery of this analogy? Darius Miles.)

I’ll admit—I spent the better part of the last decade rooting against the Sonics, hoping that failure would displace their inept front office, never thinking the losses would lead to the team leaving town. I also found myself cheering for young, fast-paced squads like the 04-07 Phoenix Suns and this year’s New Orleans Hornets, teams that had the potential to change the model of success to one that’s actually entertaining. So maybe I’m more attached to a style than I am loyal to any team. And of course part of me is all about David Stern’s business taking a hit, however it happens. But, given the current state of affairs, we Sonics fans would be foolish not to maximize our enjoyment of the juggernaut gestating just a few hours away.

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