The Warriors PR team had it all under control.
Sweet sweet Steph Curry draft-day swipe bull shit (he never wanted to come here, the disappointment on his little over-hyped face was just priceless) fell to summer league suck (oh but they'll say he was magnificent in the shitwing chuck offense Keith Smart ran). Biedrins, Ellis, Jackson, Maggette, pretty much everyone ready to get the fuck out now that they got their money, especially Biedrins probably after Nellie showed that we'll fuck with his minutes and probably a million in incentives every year now. Ellis already had his money taken after Stephen Jackson put him on that motorcycle or whatever happened while they hung out "all last summer."
At any rate, as always, the happy melodies Bob Fitzgerald takes from Ray Ridder and Robert Rowell's greasy shit can and spews all over the Warriors paid-publicity mouthpiece, KNBR, and elsewhere, has of course all come crashing down. Again. As always. And forever.
I'm not sorry. Fuck those assholes.