Mount Sterling: The Los Angeles Clippers Monument to Failure

Growing up in Los Angeles, it is no secret the city has conflicting feelings towards its Clippers. I am not even sure the city of Los Angeles would even go as far as to claim the Clippers as their own.

I once believed that the Clippers were the Lakers' younger brother—and a way weirder younger brother at that.

One is a born winner. The other toils in the gutters of life. One is full of charisma. The other has about as much personality as a desk lamp. One brother has tons of famous friends. The other has Frankie Muniz and a guy who drives around town in a red, white and blue car.

I don’t believe that anymore.

It is disrespectful to the Lakers to even consider that the Clippers share the same blood lines.

When thinking about the Clippers and how they differ so much from their fellow professional basketball team in L.A., look no further than their training facility.

Located in the plush Playa Del Rey neighborhood of Los Angeles, this monument to ineptitude, complete with neon lights and scenic palm trees, has been ground-zero for the Clippers injury-plagued 13-40 season.

Now, I get that it is commonplace these days for NBA teams to have training complexes, but for some reason, I get a little sad every time I see those blue and red lights beaming off the 405 freeway between Jefferson and Howard Hughes.

Why does it exist? What happens there? Does it resemble "Elanor Rigby" in any way, shape or form? Do people just weep as they walk in and out?

I am puzzled by the standard day-to-day operations of the NBA’s most pathetic and dopey franchise.

The Clippers broke ground on the complex in 2005, in the middle of their franchise's most successful and magical seasons. Yet, when the optimism faded and the Clippers once again became the Clippers, it seemed unimportant to finish the project, which suffered massive delays.

After finally opening in September of 2008, every time I see it I keep thinking to myself that there just should not be entire buildings dedicated to impotence and futility.

Andrew Rafner is the editor of the upcoming TheLoveofNBA.com, he wishes he could find an Xavier McDaniel jersey.