Sunday, June 12
Congrats to the World Champion Dallas Mavericks (shudder . . .)
For the first (and hopefully last) time, I found myself rooting for a team from Texas tonight, as the Dallas Mavericks beat the Miami Heat 105-95 to win their first championship.
Maybe it was because they beat The Team That Must Not Be Named in the conference finals. Maybe it was the three former Sonics coaches sitting on the bench. Maybe it was local kid made good Jason Terry and his crazy-ass airplane antics. Maybe it was because they were playing the most hated team in basketball.
Regardless of the reason, congrats to the Mavs for all of the above. And let us never speak of it again.
Friday, June 10
1996: The Last Great Season
Unable to play because of back spasms, McMillan took a cortisone shot before Games 4 and 5 to relieve the pain. The Sonics won both games and forced the series to return to Chicago.Sigh . . .
It was the last time McMillan would play, as Seattle fell 87-75 in Game 6.
"You go your whole career playing basketball and now you have this opportunity to be on the biggest stage in your life — it doesn't get any better than this — and you can't play," McMillan said. "Why? I just kept asking God why. I know that if I could play — had a little confidence at that time in my career — I could have an impact.
Read the whole story at The Seattle Times.
Wednesday, June 1
Seattle Sonics Do It

I'm ashamed to admit that I've never heard this song before. Luther Rabb was a (relatively) well known Seattle musician in the 1970s, and apparently this song was THE song to celebrate the Sonics' championship season (which ended, coincidentally, with a victory over Washington 32 years ago today).
Anybody have access to the song that they could share with us? If not, I'll track it down on LP and find a way to upload it to the site. Seems like an important part of Sonic history, no?
Monday, May 30
Jack Sikma and Napoleon

Just acquired a Sonic yearbook from their championship season, and as you might expect from a late 70s book celebrating sports, it is chock full of wonderful photos.
Including, as you might have guessed by now, the remarkable one shown above, depicting Jack Sikma in front of a painting of Napoleon Bonaparte. The photo was taken during the Sonics' practice time after the conclusion of the Western Conference Finals and before the start of the NBA Finals (photographer unknown; although it is one of the following four folks: Dave Hood, Tim German, Tom Moore, and Meg Anstett).
Thursday, May 26
Battle of the X-Man Tees
But which to choose? There's Option A:

Or Option B:
So tough to decide, right? With Option A, you've got classic late 80s nostalgia, while with Option B you've got a shirt almost no one ever saw, guaranteeing you righteous head-nods from your fellow hipsters at Safeco.It's a ridiculously difficult decision, but I'm going with Option A, if only because by putting it on I'm instantly transported back to 1987 and the great times Sonic fans had watching X, Tommy Gun, and Dale.
Wednesday, May 25
Not In Our House (Sigh . . . )
A bittersweet gift from Supersonicsoul reader Joe:
Official "Not In Our House" Music Video with Sir Mix-A-Lot. I was the producer and editor of the video and just found the tape in my garage last week. Brings back memories for sure. Just thought you'd like to see it.Too many cameos to mention but a few favorites: Bob Kloppenburg and the Fabulous Sports Babe. The mind boggles . . .
Joe
Tuesday, May 24
Sonic History at SportsPress NW
Penned by Dave Eskenazi and Steve Rudman, the story fills in a number of gaps in Sonic history, as well as providing some colorful highlights to pro basketball lore in this town. Just for example:
* The first Sonic booster club was called the UltraSonics, which immediately makes me wish we could rename this blog, like, now.
* Dick Vertlieb (one of the Sonics' founders) wanted to dress the Sonics in blue and gold to entice Olympia Beer into becoming a major advertiser.
And those are just appetizers for a delicious story. True Sonic fans would be remiss not to read the whole thing.
Friday, April 1
BREAKING NEWS: Kenny G buys Sacramento Kings, moving them to Seattle?
"That's right, folks! I'm gonna slam dunk this touchdown right in the goal!" |
According to an anonymous source, Seattle native and smooth jazz superstar Kenny G has finalized a deal to purchase the beleaguered Sacramento Kings and will relocate the team to his hometown. Seattle has been actively seeking a replacement for their beloved Supersonics since the team bolted to Oklahoma. |
Thursday, February 24
Shawn Kemp not impressed by Blake dunk
“I’m a big Blake Griffin fan, but that dunk at the contest might have been the weakest dunk in the dunk contest that I’ve seen in a long time,” Kemp told KJR’s Dave Mahler and Ian Furness on Wednesday. “I love the choir and all that stuff was great, but you at least gotta jump over the car though right.”
“I’m 41 years old and right now I could do it. Two Smart Cars,” he said.It might sound a bit like sour apples from an old-timer, but I think Shawn probably knows what he's talking about.
Wednesday, February 2
Supersonic Valentine from Bones to Seattle
Former Seattle Supersonic Brent Barry showing his true colors on NBA TV. (Thanks to Mason for the screen shot!)
Tuesday, December 21
Thursday, December 9
Hypocrisy Hype

Whether this whole Seattle Super Hornets deal happens or not, one thing that won’t go away anytime soon are the folks shouting “HIPPO CRATEZ!” at Sonics fans anytime we pine for another city’s team. Given that the only way Seattle ever gets a new squad is via relocation and not expansion, those shouts are only going to get louder if and when some beleaguered franchise trucks itself up here.
Are those accusations on point? Are we any different from the Okies who came to our blogs in ‘08, drooling over our team and insulting our town? Are we hypocrites for wailing and crying in a valley of tears when our team was taken, but then circling like vultures two years later as soon as another team looks vulnerable?
...In a word: yes. Yes, we are being hypocrites. And after some soul-searching, I realized: I’m okay with that label, because it turns out I was a hypocrite before I lost my team anyway. Heck, in a very “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone” kind of way, pretty much every sports fan is a hypocrite to some degree. And since I want back into their club, I gotta own up to it.
How do I figure? When the Hornets moved from Charlotte to New Orleans, did I declare a personal boycott of the league and its corporate partners? Mm, no. When the Grizzlies relocated to Memphis, did I write angry, profanity-laden emails to David Stern every day for 14 weeks? Nope. Or, bigger picture, how about when the Browns were taken from Cleveland, the Oilers from Houston, the Expos from Montreal and so on? Did I stand up and say anything, did I curse the leagues, did I turn my back on the sport in solidarity with their fanbases and never return?
No, I didn’t. And unless you lived in those towns, none of you a-holes did either. Like most people outside of those cities, I basically shrugged and said “Man, that sucks. Oh well, at least I still have my team. Now what channel is TNT again?”
Oh, but when it was my team? You bet I got fired up, posted on blogs, made posters, attended rallies. (Instantaneously I am reminded of the Tea Baggers who, all of a sudden, are scholars of the Constitution and the writings of Ayn Rand. Yes, I see the irony.) Yes, looking back, I shake my head at my naivete, thinking that the world would surely reward my loyalty and passion. Ha!
But then let’s look at it from the new cities’ perspectives. Did the folks in New Orleans and Memphis (and OKC) go, “No, we will not accept this team because you have wronged the good people of its original city! Be gone, interloper!” Did the fans in Baltimore say to Art Modell, “Mm, no thanks, we’re gonna wait until the Colts come to their senses and leave that no-good whore, Indianapolis.”
Look, if you are a sports fan devoted to “your” team, chances are, you got your team through some shady, long-forgotten deal that screwed over another town. And of course it sucked for that town and those folks hated you and cursed your ancestors, but only until they could turn around and screw over some other town. If this doesn’t apply to you, congratulations, you’re a Sheffield FC fan and what are you even doing here?
Basically, being a modern sports fan REQUIRES different degrees of hypocrisy. You get all sanctimonious and condemn college athletes for taking money from agents, but think it’s fine if the university makes millions showing his games on TV or selling his jersey at Champs. It’s awful if Barry Bonds breaks the home run record while juicing, but you wear five LIVESTRONG bracelets on each wrist because you love Lance Armstrong. It’s great when your city gets a franchise from some other town, but it’s terrible when your team gets jacked.
Admit it, and go on with your fandom. If you’d just own up to your double standards, you’d be no different from the boxing or NCAA football fan who acknowledges the corruption, condemns it, but holds their nose and goes on rooting. They’re doing okay, aren’t they?
So the question for the Sonics fan shouldn’t be, “Am I a hypocrite?” It should be, “To what degree am I a hypocrite, and can I live with that?” I know my colleague Pete’s answer.
Regardless of yours, please refrain from sharing any douchey, unsympathetic thoughts on Hornets, Kings or Grizzlies blogs and news stories. Hypocrisy is one thing, but assholery is never excusable. Let’s try to keep it classy, shall we? Thanks.




