I have used Blogabull since I was in high school. I am now 25. This has consisted in two periods, the Baby Bulls and the Rose-Thibs era. The woman I thought I loved enough to marry took me to game one of the Bulls-Celtics in Boston 2009, which, from my perspective bridged the divide between the two eras. It was a sign of hope and of change and the experience was one that I will never forget. But now that girl is gone and has been for a while, the Organization still operates under the same conservative logic that requires perfection for massive success, and Derrick's career has been irrevocably changed by knee injuries. I have lived in Chicago for 24/25 years. I was born into this team, sat on my dad's lap at the old UC, and fell in love with them at a time when they couldn't even win 20 games. But in a week I leave Chicago for LA and I am not coming back. It is only fitting that I lose what little faith I had left just at this point.
But through all the highs and lows of being a Bulls fan from Jordan and Pippen-Brand and Artest-Gordon and Deng-Rose and Noah this community has consistently been a bastion of intelligent discussion, stupid jokes and gifs, and pure love for basketball.
I have already bought my first Clippers tickets and put my winter coat in a box. But for those of you who shall wait longer, I hope that Rose comes back a superstar, that Mirotic is the next Dirk, that the Bobcats pick becomes something substantive. I hope Reinsdorf sells the team. I hope somehow you luck into Jabari Parker. But even all of this happens, I won't be part of it except as a basketball fan looking in.