The expletive was loud enough to be heard from press row behind the Clippers’ basket, a shriek coated in futility and resonating with pain.
The Clipper Curse was appropriately accompanied by a Clippers’ curse.
“(Bleep!)’’ shouted Blake Griffin.
Austin Rivers on Monday night, the Clippers’ season collapsed with him.
Their best player, Griffin is out for two months with a sprained knee. Their floor leader Patrick Beverley is out for the season after knee surgery. Four of their five projected starters are sidelined. They recently lost nine straight games.
And they really, really, really, really miss Chris Paul.
It’s only 19 games into an 82-game schedule, but their Staples Center sellout streak is busted, their playoff hopes are decimated and the nightly excitement of their Big Three has been reduced to One and Done.
NBA fan in Los Angeles knows first-hand that while this might run counter to the competitive spirit, in today’s league it embodies that spirit.
At their lowest point, if teams want to become very good, they have to first be willing to be very bad. It’s the only way to accumulate the draft picks that will create the young stars. It’s not