Clippers win series 4-1

Most of the obvious has been said.  This much is true:

  • For the past twenty-five years, no franchise in the Big Three sports has compiled a worse record on the field of play than the Los Angeles Clippers. 

  • No franchise in the Big Three was more an afterthought in its hometown than the Los Angeles Clippers. 

  • No franchise in the Big Three played in a more substandard facility. 

  • No ownership had less compunction over its intention to treat the franchise as nothing more than a buy-and-hold asset, one of whose primary objectives was low overhead. 

In short, the Los Angeles Clippers were empirically designed to lose. 

It wasn't a curse, or even the result of bad trades and bonehead drafts made by clownish GMs.  No. 

The Los Angeles Clippers were built for losing.  By design.

But then something strange happened.  They stumbled into something: 

They managed to steal an undersized 22-year-old second year power forward from Chicago.  A likeable family boy who personified everything right about competition -your classic first-there-last-to-leave gymrat who would spend hours practicing a 15-foot face-up jumper by rote. 

And he was theirs.

Prior to his arrival, they picked up another Duke product from Chicago's West Suburbs - an absolute machine of an athlete who, with a little offensive tutelage, could become one of the Association's great slashers.

They cultivated this pair with a revolving door of raw talents, and finally found some compliments in a 7-foot ambidextrous center with the footwork of a ballerina and a stringy 6'7" point guard who controlled the floor with a joystick. 

Then, they did the unthinkable - added the ballsiest, mouthy veteran in the league and another Team Gymrat member -- a shooting guard of moderate talent, but a high basketball I.Q.  Throw in the feral defender who can also do the manual labor in your offensive sets and you've got an accidental recipe for success.

Breaking up this group would be like bulldozing an orphanage to make way for a Wal-Mart.

Even this owner has a threshold for shame.  It's low...but it exists.  For this, we're eternally grateful. 

Tomorrow, a couple of observations on tonight's win.  Enjoy tonight.