What More Must Kevon Looney Do?

“How did we let that guy beat us?”, says the fan of a team that just witnessed their team lose multiple important possessions to the tenacity and elbows of Kevon Looney. “Just some scrub who wouldn’t even start for us”, they might add, shoulders down, slinking home as quickly as possible. “This sort of thing only ever happens to us”, grumble the dispirited supporters on the receiving end of another Looney Game, unwilling in the anger of the moment to acknowledge that they were in no way the first to feel that way, and nor will they be the last.

Strawmen? Sort of. Those are certainly not direct quotes. Yet such frustrations are out there, particularly in the spaces of Sacramento Kings fans, who have just seen their heartening, joyful, promise-filled rejuvenation season ended in seven pulsating games by the relentless peskiness of the veteran Golden State Warriors big man, to whom no one ever gives enough credit.