Over at Bleacher Report, I wrote about the horrors of being a Clippers fan in the 1990s to early 2000s, and how the Chris Paul era has made up for all the bad Clips diehards had to deal with for so long. Click here to read the whole piece. Here is an excerpt:
At some point, probably after the Lamar Odom-Darius Miles-Quentin Richardson years (aka the Van Wilder team) of the early 2000s, I came to the conclusion that I’d never see the Clippers win. In real life, the tortoise doesn’t actually beat the hare.
So I waited through the Elton Brand years, hitting an all-time high during the 2005-06 postseason. But that’s all it was. Just one season.
I trudged through the mud of the Baron Davis era, only to come out of it with my shoes dirtied enough to see the Clippers send away a first overall pick (one that ended up being Kyrie Irving) just to get rid of Davis before his contract expired.
Watching the Clippers used to be a routine, a habit, something along the lines of flossing or getting a hernia examination.
It’s uncomfortable for everyone. No one enjoys it. But you’ve got to keep going.
Maybe in that way, it was more of an addiction than anything else. Maybe I wasn’t a Clippers fan. I was just a Clippers addict.
But can an addiction transform into something healthy? Was Neil Olshey nothing more than basketball methadone?