A Sonics Sonnet

A city rejoiced as the words fell from the mouth of NBA commissioner David Stern. Well, two cities to be exact but one felt the impact particularly keenly. For days there had been rumblings that Stern's press conference was to hold meaningful ramifications, one ESPN insider promising it would send shock waves around the league, and the reality didn't disappoint.
“Following the conclusion of the 2010-11 NBA season we are delighted to announce the league will be expanding to 32 teams.”
Las Vegas was the first to be granted entry to the basketball elite, Sin City's glitz and glamour a natural fit for an organisation as bombastic and theatrical as the NBA. The second arrival tugged at the heart strings of many basketaball fans, an absent friend returned to the table as Seattle were granted their team back nearly four years after it had been ripped from the bosom of Seattle and swept away to Oklahoma City. A move made all the more painful by the fact that Kevin Durant was to turn into franchise altering player.
Still, Seattle had it's basketball team back and Gary Payton would finally have a place to hang his jersey. What’s more is that I was fortunate enough to be at the heart of it. “But Raoul how, and while we're here why do you have such a silly name?” I hear at least one of you ask. To address the latter, I was unfortunate enough to have a drunken father who was just educated enough to fall in love with the writings of Hunter S Thompson, and a surname to give him an opportunity he was never going to turn down. As for the former, well drink again plays a part.
Back when the Supersonics organisation was winding down the first time I was a member of the front office, admittedly a lowly member who spent more time making coffee and taking down sub orders than anything basketball related, but a member nonetheless. When the Sonics upped and left I found work in a certain Mr Tony Brown's enterprise, the same Tony Brown who's head of the consortium bringing the Sonics back. I may have exaggerated ever so slightly (“I'm telling you Mr Brown, I was solely responsible for the decision to draft Durant.”) my basketball qualifications to my boss, planting a seed no doubt. Well one works party and an awful lot of scotch later I had been offered the chance to be general manager of the returning Seattle Supersonics. Think of me as Seattle's answer to Chaz, only I pushed my luck a little bit further than he managed to.
To tell the truth I think Tony Brown knew I was a chancer, but the guy doesn't really care about winning and probably figured we were going to lose like hell first year anyway so he might as well have a scapegoat to hang it on. A douche of a GM seems like a handy enough target, huh? Here we go, I guess.
“Following the conclusion of the 2010-11 NBA season we are delighted to announce the league will be expanding to 32 teams.”
Las Vegas was the first to be granted entry to the basketball elite, Sin City's glitz and glamour a natural fit for an organisation as bombastic and theatrical as the NBA. The second arrival tugged at the heart strings of many basketaball fans, an absent friend returned to the table as Seattle were granted their team back nearly four years after it had been ripped from the bosom of Seattle and swept away to Oklahoma City. A move made all the more painful by the fact that Kevin Durant was to turn into franchise altering player.
Still, Seattle had it's basketball team back and Gary Payton would finally have a place to hang his jersey. What’s more is that I was fortunate enough to be at the heart of it. “But Raoul how, and while we're here why do you have such a silly name?” I hear at least one of you ask. To address the latter, I was unfortunate enough to have a drunken father who was just educated enough to fall in love with the writings of Hunter S Thompson, and a surname to give him an opportunity he was never going to turn down. As for the former, well drink again plays a part.
Back when the Supersonics organisation was winding down the first time I was a member of the front office, admittedly a lowly member who spent more time making coffee and taking down sub orders than anything basketball related, but a member nonetheless. When the Sonics upped and left I found work in a certain Mr Tony Brown's enterprise, the same Tony Brown who's head of the consortium bringing the Sonics back. I may have exaggerated ever so slightly (“I'm telling you Mr Brown, I was solely responsible for the decision to draft Durant.”) my basketball qualifications to my boss, planting a seed no doubt. Well one works party and an awful lot of scotch later I had been offered the chance to be general manager of the returning Seattle Supersonics. Think of me as Seattle's answer to Chaz, only I pushed my luck a little bit further than he managed to.
To tell the truth I think Tony Brown knew I was a chancer, but the guy doesn't really care about winning and probably figured we were going to lose like hell first year anyway so he might as well have a scapegoat to hang it on. A douche of a GM seems like a handy enough target, huh? Here we go, I guess.