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Ron-Ron, I Don't Love You Anymore

Mar 5, 2007 – 7:13 PM
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Tom Ziller

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As Detective Watson reported earlier, Ron Artest got arrested this morning for allegedly hitting his wife.

He's out of the clink now, and Artest has been "excused from the team" indefinitely. He might miss Tuesday's ironic Pacers tilt, he might be out a week or more. Nothing is certain at this point...

... except the fact that Sacramento's teetering love affair with Ron-Ron is officially over. The dog abuse, the bad teamsmanship, telling everyone to fellate him -- that all set the spiral downward. I don't see a camel, but this sure as hell looks like the last straw.

Understand that the city was losing its team last winter. All the excruciating neck-wringing over public funding for new digs was hitting full stride. The product was falling apart, slipping so far in the cellar Baron Davis' ass looked like the sun. The roster was 12 marks of the grim and Jamal Sampson. Everything basketball a disaster, we entered the brief era of Mopetown.

Sacramento embraced Ronnie like he'd never really been embraced before. You couldn't walk through the market with seeing gritty 8-year-olds wearing #93's shirt. Mike Bibby, he of the drunken giant testicles dance and the Laker-killing and the six years of service, was a speck of dust in Artest's shadow. The team, the city, the barn -- we were alive, all capped off by an extraordinary run and an exciting May series.

Yeah, the horror stories were well-documented. We knew what the franchise was getting itself into. The general consensus: Enjoy it while it lasts. We did, and it's over. We as a fanbase can be as depressingly melodramatic as I just was for 400 words, or we can c'est la vie it and concentrate on matters more important.

This fan, for one, is forgetting about Ron-Ron. Good effing riddance.
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