It's been over a week since one of the darkest, most disappointing days in Oklahoma sports history. In my jilted lover post about Kevin's betrayal that's best read while listening to You Oughta Know, I noted that there were two distinct groups of Thunder fans:
Camp One: Emotional Psychopathic Jersey Burners
This camp is populated by the loud angry pitchfork-carrying mob who burn jerseys, smash bobble heads, and leave negative reviews of KD’s Bricktown restaurant on Yelp! They recently elected Rich with Pink Parrot as their mayor. These passionate people live and die with The Thunder, and barring a Lebronesque return that will never happen, will never forgive KD for his betrayal of the city and team that he pretended to be loyal to for almost 10 years.
Camp Two: Campy Feel Good Cheery Lemmings
This camp is filled by the casual Thunder fans who also watch the Today Show, share listicles from Hello Giggles and look forward to reading Jenni Carlson each morning. They don’t really follow the Thunder too closely, but they go to games when tickets are given to them and probably own a Thunder t-shirt or two that they got for Christmas in 2013. Although they’re sad about Durant’s pathetic decision that proves he’s a two-faced hypocritical loser who replaces his real thoughts and opinions with politically correct feel good clichés that enhance his public image and brand, they appreciate all the good things KD did for the community and Oklahoma City when the cameras were rolling – something all A-list, image-conscious athletes do in their community – and wish him the best.