I do not agree with Holt and some of the other small market owners...you just cannot expect to be competitive AND earn a profit.
In most cases you can't have one of those 2.
Well, that's the owners' entire point. They want a system where they can have both, and it's an achievable goal. However, to have it, the system needs to change.
I completely disagree. The owners already have a system where they can do both -- compete AND bet profitable.
But they're playing a shell game with the question of profit. The owners are defining "profitiability" as do they make more than they spend in year X.
The 76ers were purchased for $130M in 1996
The 76ers were sold for $280M in 2011
That's $180M over 15 years or $12M a year.
So even if the 76ers lost $10M a year, every year for 12 years straight, the owners ***STILL*** made a $30M profit.
Yes this is just one team but I'd bet $30 that its similar for every other NBA team.
If I invested $130 million in 1996, and ended up with a $30 million profit (in 2011 dollars), I'd be pretty disappointed. That's what, a 1.4% annual rate of return? The owner would have been better putting his money in an ING savings account.
I'm sorry, but if the only reason you buy a pro sports franchise is to maximize profits, then I as a fan say "do the sports fan the favor of spending your millions or billions on a different kind of investment."
These sports franchises always go up in value. The fact that the percentage isn't as astronomical in value as other investments of the super rich, means diddly squat to me.
These guys make bank on arena rights and surrounding real estate, as well. I can't believe anyone actually expects me to cry over the fate of a single one of these owners.
I'm obviously not on the owners' side, but I'm not on the players side anymore, either. I understand wanting to make a stand against exploitation with your millionaire union brothers. Workers united, and all that jazz. But, come the heck on, guys.
How in the world am I, the devout, diehard fan, of the NBA supposed to believe in you anymore? How in the world am I supposed to care what you do? Sit patiently and wait for you to get over your grown man temper tantrum, sitting in the corner, holding your breath with your arms folded, muttering "I won't, I won't, I won't . . ."?
There's a few of us out there, and we reside in this blog, and others like it, the kooks and crazies, the addicts who need to get our Jones filled, no matter how damaging it is to our health. We need it. Everybody else--the non-fanatical, rational, casual, basketball fans--have turned away long ago. Even the professionals paid to write about the sport have turned to emotional rants about this lock out.
How long can I wait for you, Paul, Kevin, Ray, Rajon? If this thing ever gets settled will our relationship ever be the same? I have opened up my soul and my heart to you guys. I really have. I know it's not rational, but to me, that's the essence of the sports fanatic, the true supporter; not just unwavering support for the colors of the jersey, but for the guys who sweat inside that jersey. And, I've been there. I've shouted 'till I was hoarse, I've jumped up and down like a child, I've paced rooms like an expectant father, I've sat with baited breath barely able to watch, I've cried, I've laughed, I've invested way more time in you guys than anyone in my family thinks is sane. And this is what I get for my loyalty, my involvement, my passion?
This? I guess my issue is I never cared about the owners. Who cares about the owners as a sports fan? The tears that streamed down my cheeks in June of 2008 where not for Wyc Grousbeck and Steve Pagliuacca. They were for Paul Pierce, Kevin Garnett, Doc Rivers,and the rest of them, as well as for me, and all the other Celtics fans who have lived and died with this sports team, shared this bond, crazy as it may be.
This is what we get? This?
Thanks guys, thanks alot. I think I'll go throw up now.