I admit to committing the cardinal sin here of posting while angry, but I can't help it. It seems my threshhold for bs is much lower than that for liquor. But I digress...

I have been supportive of Paul Westphal as coach in this infant of a season if for no other reason than I can be a bit of a contrarian, or so some say.

I sincerely believe that he should have been allowed the opportunity to try and mold a new team with a new offensive system - and given time to see his experiment succeed or fail on its own merits - but that eventuality seems to carry the weight of a soggy fart at this point. Sorry Paul, can't ride with you now. The mob has spoken loudly, and if there's one thing we know about a mob, they never act on impulse. Logic is their signature. Reason, their avatar.

No, you didn't shine while you were here. Didn't sniff the playoffs. Had no eye for talent... except maybe for saving Beno Udrih from the scrap pile and trying to convince Spencer Hawes and Omri Casspi that they actually were not the reincarnations of Hakeem Olajuwon and Dominique Wilkins but could possibly round into serviceable role players. Crazy bastard, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

I'm ranting, I'm sorry. It's painful. And if I read one more post about underdeveloped talent I'm going to pitch a fit to make Gary Busey look collected.

Since patience is now officially dead, sorry Paul, but you must take your refreshing candor and exit the building. The mob has spoken. Such is today's NBA. If you want to get your boss fired, all you have to do is pretend you play soccer for four quarters every other night.

No, Westphal won't be here to kick around much longer, that seems clear. But first, a warning to the mob: Reap it bitches! Wanna dream about respected coaches descending into Sac Metro to save the franchise, go right ahead. Aint gonna happen, though. Not while the Maloofs refuse to get off their significantly smaller wallets and ink some firepower. No star talent = no star coach.

I wonder who will draw the ire after the inaugural woeful display under the new regime. Lucky the team was able to snag Keith Smart for the bench, what with all those head coaching offers being lobbed his direction.

Love him or loathe him, you have to give Westphal credit for his on-the-screws assesment of Cousins. He really is determined to go his own direction. He played his ass off in Denver while the rest of the team stunk on ice. Guess he knows talent after all.