The past week has been pretty great, so I didn't write about the Sonics' upcoming exodus because I didn't feel like it.
But the Sonics were a big part of my youth and I'm sad the region's young-uns won't get to cheer them on the way all of us on the block did when we were kids. Basically, Clay Bennett and his cohorts ooze a smugness that makes me hope fire ants crawl up their dicks upon arrival in the Sooner State.
Don't rule it out: the part of Greece I'm descended from has put curses on the deserving for centuries.
It's all right, Seattle. I'm on it.