Woke up early Friday morning in a post-Kevin Pritchard, after-the-chaos haze.
Wanted to keep dreaming. Momentarily tune everything out. Stay in bed, let the day disappear, and watch all the bad, embarrassing, black-and-red news drift by.
Then foolishly made coffee and tuned the dial to a local radio station. Life is to be lived, and all that.
Soon, it was ex-Portland Trail Blazers president Steve Patterson yapping away.
“Yap, yap, yap,” said Patterson, who evidently had just been released from a witness-protection program. “Yap. Yap. Yap!”
Man, Patterson had some really good stuff. Heavy-duty, JFK-like conspiracy theories.
The sudden rise of Pritchard, former Blazers general manager. The fall of Pritchard. The sudden rise of Tom Penn, ex-Blazers vice president of basketball operations. The fall of Penn. Bert Kolde, Blazers co-director, drawing attention on the grassy knoll. Paul Allen, Blazers owner, as the lone gunman. And Patterson watching and knowing it all, capturing history just like Abraham Zapruder.