Jeebus effing crossposting crap on a crusty shingle . . . what does it take to wring even the tiniest smidgen of optimism out of this crowd? Between the Love haters and the Rubio traders it's hard to find a single comment thread at Canis Hoopus that's not infested with downpressor fans ladling out the swill of negativity laced with a calumniate of snark as our Debbie Downers neurotically embrace last season's fail even as they ignore the vestal promise of the virgin season before us.
We're Wolves fans, our seasons never look better than they do in August and September. October is soon enough to acknowledge the grim reality of making the playoffs in the talent-heavy Western Conference, and November is plenty early enough to start counting how many games out of first we are.
I am not by nature a cheery or optimistic person. When I look out the window I see a world so utterly and appallingly gray it makes our over-used battleships look colorful by comparison. Some see the glass as half full but I see it as having been emptied then used as a spit cup. I follow sports so I can root for something.
I'm too old to follow baseball (I literally cannot see the ball) but I always liked the way the sports writers homered their butts off every spring and credited the home team with being tied for first on Opening Day. With Wolves fans the prediction of a last place finish usually starts the day after the previous season ends. Typically, local media coverage of the Wolves starts just as soon as their first early season losing streak picks up momentum.
As Henry Rollins says, my optimism wears heavy boots and is loud. That is practically the definition of being a fan. There will be plenty of time later to run this team down so would it be such a horrible thing if we tried to focus on the positive, at least until the preseason starts?
With optimism, you look upon the sunny side of things. People say, 'Studs, you're an optimist.' I never said I was an optimist. I have hope because what's the alternative to hope? Despair? If you have despair, you might as well put your head in the oven. - Studs Terkel
Could we take our heads out of the oven at least until October? Please?
Let me be more specific as to what I'm trying to achieve. Between now and October I'd like to see:
- A ban on psychoanalyzing players, coaches and GMs none of us have ever spent any significant time with
- A moratorium on trash talking our best players
- A blackout on statements that imply we'll never see Ricky Rubio in MN
- A recognition that Jonny Flynn is a very young, up and coming PG who will undoubtedly improve on last year's entirely adequate rookie performance
- Respect for our draft picks who have yet to wear a Wolves uniform in a game
- A prohibition on ridiculous trade speculation not based on even the wildest of rumors
Want to be negative? Talk about Bill Simmons or David Stern or players/coaches not on our team.
Let's enjoy the FIBA games, rooting for Kevin and Ricky. Then the preseason will be upon us, and all the reality that comes with a very young but promising team.
THEN the haters can take over but until then would a little optimism be so terrible?