My dislike for everything about how the Oklahoma City Thunder came to be is documented pretty well, so I’m just going to skip ahead to the part about how the “enthusiastic” and “deserving” Okie fans are dealing with a team that doesn’t have Chris Paul:

With 2:50 remaining in the third quarter Wednesday night, Thunder fans no longer could contain their frustration.

So they did the unthinkable.

They booed.

For two full seasons while hosting the displaced Hornets, local NBA fans never booed the home team.

That came while the Clippers were in the middle of a 42-12 run — the Clippers! — that sent the Thunder to their ninth straight loss.  They’re now 1-11.  Congratulations, Clay Bennett.  You took a successful NBA franchise and turned it into the Grizzlies.  **dances jig**  **waves genitals around**

[The Sporting Blog]

Yesterday, the cockholster who moved the Seattle Sonics to the dust bowl unveiled the team’s new name, which was leaked six weeks ago, and the team’s new logo, which was leaked over the weekend. So it surprised precisely no one when they both sucked.

You know, when I root against the Steelers or the Yankees or whoever, I merely want the team to lose.  In a way, I need the existence of such teams because I need a villain, a foil.  Not so with Clay Bennett and Oklahoma City.  I want the franchise to fail, and fail spectacularly.  I want NBA stars to shun it.  I want it to hemorrhage money.  And if by some cruel twist of fate I write this blog long enough to see Bennett die, I’m going to write a joyous obituary celebrating the loss of one more carpetbagging rule-dodging asshole.

Yeah, I can hold a grudge.

Holy crap.  Injury Rate of FanIQ! at the Disco just gave me the joy equivalent of four Oregon lineman calendars when he turned up these early-21st century commercials for Seattle Sonics promotions.  They star little-known Predrag "Peja" Drobnjak and his even littler-known cat Jinkkies.  The one above also features former Sonic Jerome James as an alien bear, which — admit it — is a role he was born to play. 

No team in Oklahoma City could ever have commercials this awesome.  Which is why Sonics owner Clay Bennett's final agonizing moments of life will be spent with me fornicating with his eye sockets.  I will then bleach his skull and use it as a chalice.  No, a coffee mug.  I'd get more use out of a coffee mug.