It shouldn't matter this much, it's supposed to not hurt this much, I shouldn't care THIS much. Yet, I do, and I will for quite awhile. These are the things that have been processing through my head after waking up at 11 and receiving what had to have been a million text messages that stemmed from, "did you hear about our Kings?" to the oh so proper, " the Maloofs f#%^ us". I only needed to see the first one to say to myself, "they're gone". By now you know the story, it's been reported that Kings Owners Joe and Gavin Maloof have linked a deal to sell the team and in the process move them to Seattle ( Rosen 1, Keith 0 ) for over 500 Million $. This prompted me to think of many things during the days, but these stand out the most: 1. If it's true, then Sports in this town is Over as we know it. (And don't sell me on the RiverCats, I'm sorry, people in this City will NEVER love the River Cats as much as we love our Kings. 2. All the people who worked at the Arena, will lose their jobs in the process, and that's heartbreaking just thinking about it. 3. The Maloofs blatanly lied to the City, the Fans, and the Public, and now will easily be two of the most hated people in this City's History. Next to Robert Horry and Arnold Schwarzanegger, and all I can say is that it's well deserved and hope they never set foot in this City again, if they do it's a death wish. 4. My Childhood as I remember it is shattered and I will have no memory of it because it's packing to Seattle. I sat down and talked about the whole ordeal with a close friend who doesn't have a clue about Basketball. I explained to her all of this in fine detail while she tried to give me a confidence boost as only a Mother can. At one point she said, " Why is this such a big deal? You'll always have those memories, they were horrible in the end anyways.". I replied by giving one of those, "i've just seen a Ghost/Lindsey Lohan bugeyed Coke Addicted" faces and said, " you don't understand, you'll never understand what this is like". Imagine being with someone that you trully loved for the longest time . You put up with all their flaws, cover for them, and when you least expect it you come to find out, SHE'S BREAKING UP WITH YOU!?( Kings decide to move) But, she wants to stay with you to see if we can patch it up. You agree because you hate to see her leave, your in love. Meanwhile she's hosting Auditions for a new man (New Team), while you nervously sit there, wondering when she might pull the plug, while you see her wine and dine Abercrombie Models (Seattle with its Arena Deal in Place). After awhile you just know it's going to end bad, you just know. But a little part just wished that things could've worked out. That's why it hurts for all of us to hear this, not because we didn't care if they left us, but because we CARED. That's why we sold out that raggedy, crooked dump we Adored and called Arco Arena Home. It's why we talk about Game 6 of the 2002 Western Conferenece Finals like it was just yesterday ( to this day I still yell and throw things at the TV when I see Kobe smash Bibby's nose with his elbow, HOW IS THAT NOT A FOUL YOU CHEAP, DIRTY BASTARDS!? Ok I'm calm.) It's why Chris Webber doesn't ever have to pay for a thing when he comes to town, it's why we prayed that Demarcus Cousins would realize he had all the talent in the world to his disposal if he ever learned to calm down ( this never happened sadly, excuse me while I go cry). That's why it will hurt if this thing goes down. We'll see them in Seattle, decked out in that Seattle Supersonic Green and Gold, and we'll look on in horror and sadness while they play a thousand miles away from where their true home is. While we watch, we will try to do anything to pretend like it doesn't affect us. And trust me, people will use decoy sayings to numb the pain, " The team was horrible, the Maloofs screwed us, Robert Horry". Because that's what you do when your heart gets broken, you try to pretend like it never mattered to you. " She was a no good whore anyway, she had webbed feet, her mom thought I was stupid". I never understood why my Father stuck with Barry Bonds all those years post-Steroid controversy. When I asked him why he didn't jump ship, he could've started new, he replied by saying this. "When you've loved someone, you never stop loving them no matter what people think or say." I love my City. I love it because compared to other cities in California that have so much ( L.A., San Franscisco) we have so little, but WE are the Capital of California, and it must piss off everyone in Southern California. (suck it So. Cal!!). I love them because they're hard working people who don't whine or moan, we just do our job and work hard no matter what wrench life throws at us. Nobody can talk about our city unless you live here. We live off the premise that if you treat us right, then by God were gonna treat you right. That's why it hurts, this whole fiasco. Because the Maloofs took my Cities love and trust for granted, threw it down the drain, lied about having an Arena deal done only to sweep the rug from under us and say the deal was off. Now were here, with our Kings leaving home to Seattle and the Maloofs nowhere in sight. That's why this hurts, because sometimes when you care so much, you get heartbroken. Today we are heartbroken.