Thankfully, an objectively dumb and entirely unrealistic "option" that was disingenuously brought to light in shamelessly pandering to the innumerable whiney bitches that root for high-profile dumpster fires like the Knicks and Lakers has already been put to sleep. You might want to sit down for this, but the idea that the consensus top prospect in the NBA Draft was going to pass up tens of millions of dollars in contracts and endorsements to return to the place where one shitty sneaker almost cost him his ankle while he was playing for free was proved asinine by....::audible gasp::...actually fucking speaking to him...
That being said, the fact that it even had legs, be they short and stumpy or not, in the first place made me want to check the map to make sure I wasn't thinking of Old Orleans when I envisioned Zion Williamson playing in the destination city that hosts nationally attended sporting events on a bi-annual basis. I get that the Pelicans, who come in thee most distant of second in the race for most popular pro sports team in NOLA, don't have the most reassuring history of filling the building for generation talents. However, the thought that it would be difficult for someone who was a larger-than-life household name when he was dunking on and over the next generation of accountants in high school to profit greatly off playing in a city as loud and proud as New Orleans is nothing short of stupid. Let's be real for a second, winning is what cures everything. What's being lost in all this big market manufactured hoopla is that the organization in question has put themselves in a position of which their first lucky lottery ball is unfamiliar, and said position is one of on-court promise. Whether it be in a revamped front office that's ripe with experience, throughout the gold standard of NBA training staffs, or up and down a roster that (at least currently) reads absolutely unguardable, the Pelicans are suddenly a hell of a lot further along than just about any team you'd expect to luck into the first overall pick next year. If they make anywhere near close to good on their potential then the arena, stupid name and all, will be packed with people who are more than eager to celebrate success. The same holds true for the vast majority of sports' cities, and the vast majority of sports' cities don't even offer you the opportunity to legally get loaded on the eventful walk over to potentially watch two of basketball's biggest biological anomalies play off one another in a way that's all but guaranteed to get your ass to leave your seat solely for the right reasons. While it is not a basketball hotbed, New Orleans is neither Siberia nor a place that often turns down the chance to enthusiastically embrace their own so long as they are worth embracing and are quick to embrace them in return. Contrary to reports that come across as the wishful thinking of regionalists, it doesn't appear as though the latter should be much of an issue so maybe we can stop going desperately far out of our way to make it one...
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