The NBA season is about a month away, and it's the most intriguing one in recent memory. You have five or six legitimate contenders in each conference with an abundance of superstars going into free agency after the year ends. As a basketball fan, this year should be euphoria.
Growing up in Cary, North Carolina, a Raleigh suburb, college basketball ran my sports world. I was right in the middle of Duke, UNC, NC State, and the rest of the ACC, and my brain could not take in professional sports because in my mind, it didn't match up.
They were no longer my team. I could still follow them in the paper, but they were halfway across the country. They were no longer my Charlotte Hornets.
Except for one thing - I don't have a team to cheer for.
What do you do when your team skips town? |
One thing I did have time for, however, was to check the Charlotte Hornets score in the paper each morning. If they won, who played well, where they were in the standings, how other division teams fared. With no professional sports teams close by (yet - the Carolina Hurricanes came to Raleigh a little bit later), the Hornets were the only franchise I felt a connection with that felt like my team.
Then they left for New Orleans.
They were no longer my team. I could still follow them in the paper, but they were halfway across the country. They were no longer my Charlotte Hornets.