Over at TrueHoop, Brendan I. Koerner contributed to the TrueCities project, reflecting on the struggles of a Clippers fan and the unfamiliar position of a lifer faced with spectacular success.
Having developed these coping mechanisms during 30 years of Clippers fandom, I now find it difficult to believe that Lob City is anything more than a mirage. We’ve been teased before, of course, notably during those few brief days when it seemed that free-agent signing Baron Davis might get the chance to feed Elton Brand in the post. When Brand opted to break our hearts by signing with the Sixers, no bona fide Clippers fan was surprised — we accept that our lot in life is to have contentment snatched away from us at the last moment, much like Tantalus never quite being able to grasp that fruit branch in hell. And so I fear that a sudden stroke of misfortune will doom this winning Clippers team that has brought me so much joy. Perhaps Chris Paul’s oft-repaired legs will permanently turn to Jell-O. Or Blake Griffin will suddenly forget all he’s learned about playing with his back to the basket. Or Donald Sterling will scare away a crucial free agent by once again saying something shockingly boorish or racist.