Ronald returns (and so does Paul!)

Flip Murray re-signed with the Seattle Supersonics yesterday, inking a one-year deal with the team. According to the Seattle Times, the Sonics offered Murray a multi-year deal similar to the one The Omen signed but, like Radman, he turned it down. Good move, Flip! Have fun working at a taco wagon next year with Latrell Sprewell.

In less exciting news, after taking pretty much the entire summer off for paternity leave, I have re-signed with Supersonicsoul. Terms were not disclosed, but it is believed to be a long-term contract worth at least four tacos.

Radman

With thanks to reader Rich King, we can report that the Sonics have inked the Eurotrashiest man in Puget Sound to a one-year deal. That's right, Vladimir Radmanovic is back in the green and gold, for one more year at least.

I found this quote from Rick Sund to be humorous:

“We’re happy Vladimir has decided to return to the Sonics," Sund said.

I think it's safe to say that Vladimir has decided to return to the Sonics in much the same way that the French "decided" to install a puppet Nazi regime in 1942. Radman, like the Vichy French, had no choice.

We can debate this until we're all blue in the face, but I'll come out and say that signing Radman to anything resembling what he was asking previously is foolish, and that the Sonics are better off letting him play for one year and then letting him walk away.

Farmer

Winter, 1990.

It's late in the 4th quarter and the supersonicsoul's editors are cooling their heels in the dark rafters of the Colisseum, the possibility of the internet as far from their minds as the possibility of a date with a woman with two working legs. As the Sonics secure their victory, a young man named Jim Farmer enters the game.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Sunny Jim is about to unleash the most surprising move in Sonic history. With less than a minute to play, Farmer (a wisp of a player at 6'4", 190) darts into the lane and throws down a monster jam. The 3 said editors jump out of their seats in a combination of joy and complete surprise.

The minute the final buzzer sounds, they hop into Merrill's car, floor it, and just make it home to Fairwood in time to see the ESPN highlights. In that era of pre-internet, pre-Fox Sports, pre-everything, the highest sort of praise was to make it on SportsCenter. Dan Patrick & Co. do not disappoint, and the memory becomes etched in stone.

Happy Birthday, Jim Farmer.