A little bit about me.

My basketball origins can be summed up with just six letters: Run TMC.

While most school-aged children of my generation yearned to “be like Mike,” my friends and I spent our time on the playground practicing our killer cross-overs in hopes of adding our initial to the all in most exciting form of basketball we’d ever seen.

When the Chris Webber/Don Nelson divorce devolved into the Latrell Spreewell/P.J. Carlesimo debacle, most of us Warrior fans slouched even further into the bottom of our seats and watched a dysfunctional organization become even more dysfunctional and nearly irrelevant, even in their own market.

Our patience and misguided optimism was rewarded in the spring of 2007, when the Baron Davis-led, 8th-seeded Warriors upset the Dallas Mavericks in spectacular fashion.

That peak was followed by yet another valley in front office politicking, roster makeup and player development and malfeasance.

So when my wife and I relocated to southern California, I viewed the Clippers as that old, familiar, worn-out shoe that fits, albeit uncomfortably.