Sean Daly’s enlightening article on the sad-sack last 20 years of the Bullets/Wizards (“When Everybody Beat the Wiz,” 2/1) was refreshing and entertaining. As a lifelong D.C. resident who was only 6 years old when the fat lady sang out our world championship in ’78, I suffered through all the miserable basketball play of the last two decades, with past-their-prime talent (Bernard King, Moses Malone, Mitch Richmond, etc.), overweight talent (John Williams, Kevin Duckworth, Mel Turpin, etc.), draft-pick busts (Labradford Smith, Kenny Green, Tom Hammonds), stars who got away and now shine somewhere else (Chris Webber, Rasheed Wallace, Jeff Malone), guys who were always injured (Jeff Ruland, Pervis Ellison, Frank Johnson), and nice-guy coaches who, like the team, finished last (Gar Heard, Leonard Hamilton).
Well, it seems that this year, Michael and the Jordanaires are in danger of ending our lifelong love for losing and living in Lotteryland to (gasp!) thinking and even talking the dreaded P-word—playoffs! Well, at least we still have the memories of watching bad basketball at the old Capital Centre while the Wizards are possibly playing in May in the MCI Center. Long live Muggsy, Manute, and Big Gheorghe!