We’ve all probably been reciting the list since last night like an Italian grandmother recites the rosary in times of sadness. Walton. Bowie. Roy. Oden. Matthews. Nurkic. Walton. Bowie. Roy. Oden. Matthews. Nurkic. Walton. Bowie. Roy. Oden. Matthews. Nurkic. Pray for us sinners.
Do the basketball gods hate us? Are we the unluckiest franchise ever? Do we need to find four furry-footed friends to take a 1977 NBA Championship ring and throw it into the depths of Mt. St. Helens? How can we fans bear such pain? It’s just not fair.
Do you know what else isn’t fair?