Robert Rowell is so happy this season is over. Chris Mullin might be, too.

That little pasty white PR goon bit off WAY more than he could chew in his little passive aggressive "power grab" non-renewal thing with Mullin. Maybe Mullin returns now since the heat is on and fans are back to their booze-addled delusions about Run TMC being anything more than the 2 year marketing gimmick that preceded the Tim & Chris/Chris & Tim Burger campaign. But all signs point to no fucking way and now the first little Peter Vescey turd nuggets about Mullin working with Walsh and D'Antoni are hitting the New York rags. Only a matter of time before Chris Sheridan confirms or denies.

Rowell and Ray Ridder allow absolutely no gray area in their bagging on Mullin. There is no gray area for lots of fans and the black and white in this league doesn't shake out the way now-irrelevant team reps like Rowell and Ridder wish it would. You lose, the excuses can be kept up your ass. It's as simple as that. For example, no one knew shit about the Sharks, thought they were worth a damn, then couldn't understand why they sucked ass in the playoffs again. Well, now the trend is fucking set regardless of how many folks actually learned the game as a result of some consistent winning percentage success (not me): The Sharks are soft and heartless. No amount of team equipment boys calling in to KNBR fixes it. Time to renovate. Likewise, Ridder and Rowell can try to construct a bad guy on this broken Warriors franchise at the last minute, getting in last shots on their scapegoat instead of talking about the team's direction in any meaningful, ditch the shitwings and drunk coaches sense as the season closes and the media packs up its things for the Summer. But that's the story, like it or not, and there's a very clear lineage in place unless Nelson stops screwing with the youth and Rowell stops screwing with, well, NBA basketball at all. Mullin figured it out, built the winner and stocked the future, and then got sabotaged by money-grubbing nothings. Better win like fuck now, Bobby. Better win like fuck. Blaming Mullin next Summer isn't an option.

Mullin may be fighting back a bit in the press as Rowell and Ridder ask media folks to portray Mullin as the bad guy, but what could Mullin possibly be adding to the story at this point? That the Warriors make terrible signings, can't put together a real team, and go for the most expedient sales-gimmicky garbage and salary protection, cost-cutting irrelevance they think they can afford with fans while still making that sweet sweet cash? For 15 years running? That the front office is a league laughing stock? For 15 years running? Sorry Rowell/Ridder/Nelson, associated proven failures (The Larry's, Riley and Harris- W-O-W do those guys fucking SUCK): Everyone already knows who you are. Maybe you're mad because it's the story as the major veteran contract and coaching decisions this year are decisively proven disastrous. Everyone's on edge in Warriorland USA and lashing out. But Mullin gets out clean in this thing and a Terrence Williams draft selection would really seal the deal. Mullin screwed up constantly early, learned his job, did his job, got the team winning, and now it's losing in epic fashion amidst his rumored/certain ouster as Otis Smith builds a shit ball firehouse in Orlando and Larry Brown makes Rod Higgins seem useful in Charlotte.

There may be litigation if Mullin joins another team in time to work June 25th for them. Mullin wins this thing in completely crippling fashion for a little shit like Rowell, if so. Litigation would suggest value and threat to the Cohan Empire. Chasing after that cash is precisely what they would do, what the Business school idiots who fucked this country over will say they SHOULD do, and if there are grounds, it would have been what the team WOULD HAVE DONE until I and others started to give them shit for it while they shit the bed on actual team development that doesn't just fuck with the fans relentlessly. But actually doing it now will just be another log on the fire. The team's identity is set in stone and everyone knows it. The competition between Sterling and Cohan may be won by Cohan in the final analysis but, let's be serious for a moment instead of Poster War 09 morons: What?! We beat Donald Sterling for unworst NBA ownership?! THAT'S THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!?!?

These guys owning and running the show are here to break relationships and pinch pennies while selling snake oil to the idiotic masses they despise. They may want to win, but they have no idea how, and Nelson's shitball puts us in the middle third of the Western Conference. Period. This is the best they can do and Musselman was already there. Just less fun. But really the damage was far less under Musselman. Yet he, too, was demonized for being a pain in the ass. Whatever, it's a rough league and he didn't exactly show much in Sacramento but, then again, Sac is in full rebuild after FINALLY admitting they had nothing going. Musselman probably deserves a pass on that. He may not deserve a head coaching gig but that's part of the pass he gets in the big picture. But he and Montgomery cannot be blamed for jack shit. They never got over on Rowell, apparently. That's the message: Rowell's "been here" for 10 years or whatever. He fucking said so back when he was staking his claim to his fave media junket scribe, Janny Hu. Then he clammed up until it was time to sell some tickets this month. Brilliant, brilliant man.

This Rowell guy deserves no pass. He's a reactionary little bust of an executive when it comes to basketball decisions and he apparently wants to hand the LONGTERM, not just two year reigns to a notorious drunken impulse buyer, Don Nelson. Good luck selling CJ Watson and Corey Maggette again next year, you worthless fucks. Nelson does NOT fill a vacuum effectively. He just sucks more life out of it FOR LONGER. The wake left by a Nelson Quit Job is well-chronicled. Recovery is long, hard, and costs the images of elite NBA figures every time. This is an image league and Nelson thrives on exploiting that thin fabric with rules changes and personality wars that ultimately hurt the league, not help it. He gets paid either way. THAT is the Nelson legacy. He gets paid either way.

Now, there's reason for hope in Warriorland as the last relevant NBA player from the past, Mitch Richmond, starts his own Rowell Screwjob countdown. Larry Riley and Larry Harris are brilliant draft minds. Big Country Reeves, agent pissing contests over Yi in Milwaukee, the list goes on. Andrew Bogut instead of Chris Paul? Was that Nellie's pal's kid's move, too? Super duper.

The best story in the league would be Mullin's ascension as a HOF player in the middle of an exciting rebuild project, probably under D'Antoni, but still on his home turf and free from whatever these little Cali Office Park Douchebags think they're doing. The WORST story will be the Bush League cronyism taking over a pathetically insular and introverted, passive aggressive do-nothing Warriors ownership-managerial infrastructure. Nelson's shameless 2-year paid retirement party is highlighted by its exclusive invitee list, comprised primarily of useless, proven NBA failures. Sid Moncrief might still have a future in the league. He got the fuck out the moment Nellie ushered in his annual Quit with the words "Defensive Coordinator." The league will be all over a Mullin New York Story once D'Antoni has them winning again with the dead weight trash purged. Solid gold Mullin if he's lucky enough to have those connections to Walsh and wants it.

If/when Mullin bolts the scene, it leaves Rowell finally and officially holding the bag on not only this wasted season's series of absolutely disastrous long term commitments that have not and WILL NOT produce results since Nelson is washed up and Nelson shot his final Shit Ball Motivational wad all over 2007 before Baron and Jackson went contract push in 2007-08. He gets the whole enchilada until Nellie announces he's the new Team President. Oh yeah, Rowell and Nelson also got their extensions. Nelson may be the guiding light for the team's current philosophy (half ass play and loudmouthed media agendas?) but Rowell claims he's in control of the cash and the personnel decisions. At least, when he talks to the suckers paying for the Warriors' Club 200 fan fuck, he's in charge. By the way, the Warriors are not the only team with a Club 200. It's a leaguewide gimmick. Means nothing. Don't spend money on it. Buy decent seats for a few good games and spare yourselves the worst commute/parking situation in the league. For god's sake, take BART and save cash and headaches. And the game can be much more fun on TV playing the indomitable family fun drinking game, What moronic thing will Bob Shitzgerald say or will Ray Ridder tell Jim Barnett to say next?, while getting 12 beers for the price of one Oracle water-beer.


But I digress.

Rowell wanted the credit for this team's fortunes. He's got it.