For pretty much my entire existence here at Sactown Royalty, the first game of the season was my best and only chance to get out in front of the eighty-two game disaster that was about to unfold before us all. It’s really just a bit of crisis management unfolding in slow motion: introduce a couple of fun storylines to focus on and distract ourselves from the inevitable, inescapable realization that the team is bad, oh so bad, and that we pay what little money we scrounge and invest those precious and non-refundable hours of our lives to witness the professional sports equivalent of standing at the water’s edge as your dog is swept out to sea in a riptide.
Kings vs. Suns Preview: Fight Night in Phoenix
