It had all happened so suddenly. Sure, there were warnings, but no one really paid attention to them. There were always warnings, but it didn't necessarily mean that it would happen. We'd sit around and hear them talk about it on TV, how it's becoming more and more imminent, but no one did anything. Nothing ever happened. Just another false alarm, we were all sure.
Until it hit.
The perfect storm, the perfectly horrible circumstances, the poor little city on the shore that just kept fighting. And we were devastated.
The NBA bought the Hornets, and talk of downsizing started.
We had lost the Hornets once, but then again, we had all lost our homes then. This was different. This time, our Hornets would be torn from us, while we were all stuck in New Orleans.
Dell Demps tried to inject life into the team, tried to bring some talented players into the fold. David Stern shot it down. Wanted the team to be more attractive to potential buyers he said. After a year of trying to make a real basketball team under the stern hand of the Commissioner, he had no choice. He quit.
In came Tom Benson, and with him, a whole new crew of people. A new GM, promising a future of New Orleans Hornets, and not Las Vegas Aces, or Seattle Sonics. No, this would be New Orleans team, and this new GM would be the one to bring a real team, an exciting, electric team that works hard, to match the personality of the city.
I think you all know who that guy is.
Here's the chronicles of Myles Nelson, New Orleans Hornets GM.