When DeMarcus Cousins signed with the Warriors on Monday night, my jaw, like many others, hit the floor.
Along with my jaw on the floor was my hope that the Rockets would be able to give the Warriors another crack. And I consider myself a Rockets optimist, so I knew it was bad.
Last night, I was planning to write my reactions to Cousins’ signing and what it means for the Rockets. I was not mad but frustrated is probably the word I am looking for.
For about half an hour, I was shouting expletives to myself and processing the news with my friends in a group chat, all of whom are not Rockets fans, but simply non-Warriors supporters.