I’m a Blazers fan. But I’m not a BIG Blazers fan. I keep track of only a few things… did they win last night? What’s their record? Are there playoff hopes? Who are the big stars? Who’s coaching? That kind of stuff. I’m a casual fan at best. I have very many fond memories of going to games, and I own several pieces of Blazers merch. But I wouldn’t stand a chance in a Blazers trivia night at my local pub.
So we start there. I’m not a “sports guy.” I like ’em, but they’re not my world.
With that said, this part of professional sports always bores the tar out of me. And it uncomfortably reminds me that this is a business, and I throw my emotions in with something that is designed to turn a profit. It’s not so much “a family” but a collection of mercenaries who may hold some affection for the city I love dearly, but are really just hired guns who can come and go at a moment’s notice. Sometimes it’s their choice, sometimes it’s not, but they drift out of my bubble without much fanfare or regret. And that always disheartens me and bothers me.
I love Damian Lillard. I think he’s an ace of a man, a fine role model for youth, a philanthropist for our community, and a leader and supporter of social issues I care about. I’m glad we’re keeping him. But the thing is… I liked the stars in his orbit, and I thought CJ was an awesome addition to our “family.” And when he was dismissed to create more room to build a franchise around Dame? It didn’t sit well with me. Like… we already had a franchise there. We already had a guy who was setting roots and was settling into the Oregon life.
And what did we get? Some other folks? Some picks? That s*** bores me. I don’t care about that. I cared about the man himself. And now he’s gone.
~Jake from 98.7 The Bull