While Stephen Jackson attempts to tell his side of the story following his recent suspension, Yahoo Sports’ Ken Berger pulls no punches in blasting the Warriors, insisting “David Stern should forcefully suggest that it’s time for majority owner Chris Cohan to finally sell this franchise that has disintegrated on his watch.” Hey, no fair, Dolan gets to keep the Knicks!
Cohan isn’t the only problem, either. His problem is merely the only one that — if solved — would lead to the resolution of all the other problems. Namely, those problems are president Robert Rowell, Riley, and Nelson. Find me another NBA team with a triangle of stubbornness, petulance, and cluelessness that rivals this Warriors triumvirate and I’ll send you a P.J. Carlesimo bobblehead doll.
Two members of this bungling trio were present at Las Vegas Summer League this past July. (And when it comes to Nellie, I should point out that he was present in the arena, not just the casino.) It was a sad commentary on what the Warriors have become: A disheveled Nelson sitting uncomfortably in the stands, a ball cap scrunched down on his unkempt coiffure. By his side at all times, like a pea-brained pug, was Riley — whose ascent to the GM’s chair came at the expense of Mullin and by the forceful hand of Nellie. One night, Nellie invited a couple of scribes out for dinner and cigars, a gesture he hoped would curry favor and mold the mushy contents of their skulls to Nellie’s twisted brand of basketball management. One thing I have learned in this business: When a sports figure invites you to dinner for the sole purpose of showing you what a prince he is, he is up to no good.
The no-good has gone on in Golden State long enough.