Our Wizards are Sisyphus' stone, an absurdest act, our region's ecumenical existentialism. Embrace the endless Emptiness before the emptiness embraces you. Others have heard the mermaids singing, but not you. But fret not, no despair! Buy a foam finger and stare into the abyss! Be a patient etherized upon a table, a box seat, the nosebleeds! Let the season begin! WE DROWN!Read the whole thing. The tragedy would be epic if it weren't so fundamentally uninteresting.
Friday, September 7, 2012
The most entertaining Wizards site ever (currently moribund it would seem) discourses on the existential essence of the Washington Wizards: