To the majority owners of the Sacramento Kings:
Whether you like it or not, superstition is a part of any sport. There are invisible strings being pulled at during the course of every quarter, game, and even the whole season. These forces may or may not be swayed by the way a player wears his headband, executes his pregame workout, and how many times he cuts his nails in between quarters.
Ritual and superstitious actions will always have their metaphysical claws wrapped around the roundball.
I don't have the numbers in front of me, but as an avid Sacramento Kings fan, I have noted that in many of the losses our team has suffered in the past decade, the Kings have held a lead in the second half. Many sports pundits will argue that the lack of finishing power on the Kings' part is due to poor conditioning or lack of mental toughness or the coach not having the right personnel on the floor.
I blame the ginger half of the Maloof Sports broadcast team known as Grant Napear.
He may have a strong play-by-play voice and be able to rattle stats off a sheet with the best in the industry, but he is a blight when it comes to the sports karma of my favorite basketball team.
When a 95% foul shooter goes to the line and Napear quips, "He is automatic from the charity stripe," I cringe knowing that with one phrase, the hometown announcer has just rattled at least one of those shots out with his assertion.
These cavalier ramblings from Mr. Napear are the equivalent of reminding a pitcher he has a perfect game going through eight innings. My friends and I actually named a term after this talking head. If I am golfing and hit a miraculous shot within five feet of the hole and start talking trash about my certain birdie, I just "Napeared" myself and am certain to miss the putt.
If a warehouse worker notes the fact that there has been 172 days without a workplace accident, the person who lost their finger just got "Napeared".
This term does not make him an antihero like Roy Munson in "Kingpin", but rather a cog in the machinery that inherently will gum up the whole apparatus.
As a true fan, I am asking the entire Maloof family to put the needs of the team first and get back the good basketball karma that has been carelessly squandered by your television broadcast team. Being that Mr. Napear is from New York, perhaps you could swing a deal with Donnie Walsh for cash and a player to be named later.
All I know is that we have been Napeared long enough and it is time for swift action. I'm not saying you should go Al Davis and try and force a resignation, just find a good home for a pet that can no longer be cared for by the Kings family.
P.S.—Real Kings fans remember Pete Chilcutt