All Apologies: The Rockets Are Cursed, and I Blame Myself
I’ve been reading Jason Friedman’s excellent coverage of the Rockets. And I’ve been reading your comments about the Rockets. And I’ve been reading the quotes Jason’s been getting from the Rockets and from the GM.
I hear the anguish in your, and their, voices. About a season going wrong. About not having the answer. I was particularly stuck by this quote from forward Shane Battier: “I’ve been on teams where there’s no hope. This is a situation that it’s far from a team with no hope. I’ve been there. It’s not pretty. We don’t have that look.”
Guys. Ladies. Rockets. It’s not your fault. It’s got nothing to do with having that look.
It’s all my fault.
And I just want to apologize.
I’m sorry. I’m really really really sorry.
Way back as the season was starting and we were reading all of those rave pieces on the Rockets – not just from the Chron (which actually has a good reporter on that beat), but from Jason and the good folks at numerous national publications – I began to buy into the hype. I began to feel hope. Hope that a major Houston franchise would perform. That Rick Adelman would find someway to get that little something extra out of T-Mac and to get Bonzi’s head right and find someway to get a contribution from the former Stevie Franchise.
But feeling the hope is one thing. Making that hope known is a different thing. And I made that hope known. I tried to choose my spot with care, and I waited until Jason’s season preview to make my thoughts known. Yep, that’s it right there. Comment number one. “I feel strangely optimistic about the Rockets this season. It's a feeling I haven't had about a major Houston sports franchise in a long time.”
There we go. A quote from me with the words “optimistic” and “Rockets” in the sentence. We all know I’m not big on the optimism game. I’m always out there hyping the bad that’s going to happen. But damn it, I saw good things ahead. I had to make that known. I had to let the public know that I wasn’t always Mr. Doom and Gloom.
Instead, I upset the order of the universe. I toyed with the gods. I brought down a curse upon the Rockets.
Shane, Bonzi, T-Mac, it’s not your fault. It’s nothing you’ve done. It’s all me. It’s all my fault. I tried to change my outlook on life. And I’ve made you suffer instead.
I’m really sorry.
I hope you can forgive me.
Jason, keep up the good work. You’re really making up for my hackery.
And Happy Holidays everyone. – John Royal
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