Oblivion? This is alcohol. Alcohol...oblivion. Making it happen. Recap WAY later.
Update.
Six months ago Ed Stefanski and Ed Snider brought forth in this city, their team, compiled of the players they believed could contend, dedicated to the proposition that Andre Iguodala and Elton Brand could co-exist as stars.
Now we are engaged in a losing battle, testing whether this team, or any team so conceived, can long endure without a top 5 pick. Last night we met in Memphis, and put our futility to battle. We have now come to dedicate a portion of that court, as a final resting place for those who here gave their dreams that a superstar might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this court. The brave men, traded or remaining, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above my poor writing to add or detract. The league will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the fans, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who played here have thus far so awfully performed. It is rather for management to be here dedicated to the great task remaining beforeit -- that from this terrible team we take increased devotion to that ping pong cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that this team shall not have won in vain -- that this team, under the Eds , shall have a new birth of a contender -- and that this blog of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not succumb to hopelessness, and perish from the earth.