“My love for this city has never changed … My love for this city has never changed. Even though I’m gone, it will still be the same. I’m still looking out for these kids. Every family in this city matters to me. Every soul in this city matters to me. Everything’s the same. I’m just not in a Kings uniform anymore, which is OK. The love will still go on.” - DeMarcus Cousins
There is no guarantee that a change of scenery is going to help curb the wild rollercoaster ride that has been DeMarcus Cousins' career. Bringing in a volatile personality as your second big who is in need of the ball in what has become a small man's game might not be the seamless transition that the laughable amount of talent and versatility makes it appear to be on the surface. When you talk about Boogie you are talking about a guy that can't be trusted to make the most out of a situation, and that's what has made his lightning quick transformation into a sympathetic figure such an indictment of the organization that shipped him away for pennies on the dollar. Seriously, only the Sacramento Kings could trade away a technical foul machine that had become widely know as a locker room cancer, and have him looking like a humble, philanthropic, and appreciative gentleman no more than 48 hours later. Surely there's a lot of time to go before this deal can be judged - even though it would take an apocalyptic collision of worlds for the Pelicans to feel stupid in retrospect - but by my far-too-early estimation, DeMarcus Cousins is dominating this breakup like it's a 6'1 guard nipping at his heels in the post. Now granted, getting moved from a glorified D-League team to literally anywhere else in the NBA was bound to be a step up professionally, but he's winning this split in the way that any self respecting person with social media would hope to - perceptually. It doesn't even matter if his attitude is what got him moved for a package that was so worthless that Amazon wouldn't even waste the bubble wrap, because it would be damn near impossible for you to convince me that the guy stuttering over his genuinely gracious words towards the community he is being forced to leave deserves to be viewed as anything other than the victim. A victim that is going to a more promising organization with a more promising roster in a more entertaining city, and a victim that has the collective empathy that results from getting up in front of a crowd of people and crying into a microphone. Someone get Vlade Divac some oversized sweatpants and couple tubs of ice cream. He already admitted he's worse off today than he was when he turned down a better offer over the weekend, but - if the last two days are any indication - Boogie Cousins is about to make his mourning period an ongoing, abject nightmare.
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