By Craig Kwasniewski
Your teeth are falling out, you lost a ton of weight, you can't sleep, your skin itches like crazy, you smell of cat piss... yep, the diagnosis... you are a Clippers Fan.
Sorry to pile on on one of the many bad news days in Clippers Nation, aw screw it , let's be honest, most days are bad news days for Clippers Nation. Yet you still come back.
Blake Griffin goes down with a season ending knee surgery. Not even one goddamn regular season game to even tease you with, just a ton of empty hope... all down the drain. Yet you still come back.
Your head coach continues to blow games down the stretch with confusing substitutions, awkward play calling and always pushing the wrong buttons. Yet you still come back.
Your key veteran, Barron Davis is eternally injury-prone except for the predictable contract run, he's moody, he's a coach killer and he's yours until 2012-13 when he's 34 years old... BTW - well beyond the end of the world in 2012. Yet you still come back.
You have only 11 playoff wins since your team moved to LA in 1984... not series victories but actual playoff game wins in 26 years. And while we're here, you have ONE series win during that span and TWO above .500 regular seasons. Yet you still come back.
All key veteran acquisitions either experience career threatening injuries (Ron Harper, Bill Walton) or flee the first sign of free agency (Dominique Wilkins). Yet you still come back.
Your have won the NBA lottery a grand total of three times in 22 years of chances and all three have been either complete draft busts (Michael Olowokandi) or have had season ending knee injuries (Danny Manning and Blake Griffin). Yet you still come back.
Your owner is by far the biggest scumbag in professional sports, no arguments from anyone... well except maybe his attorneys and the LA TImes for which he buys daily advertising space. He's a slumlord, he's extremely racist and he's very cheap... a real terrible human being. Yet you still come back, give him your money and beg for more.
Your obsessed with something that never meets its intended expectation! You go into it with optimism and come out with despair. Friends and family want to help but you refuse. Your body aches when in it and you can never see a way out.... yet you still come back for more.
Clippers Fans are the meth addicts of the NBA... and unless you completely write off your drug Clippers, there's no help for you.