alas, poor Payton

...I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest. No? No. In fact, the man hardly smiled while tearing up the court for the Seattle Supersonics. (They're just the "Sonics" these days, and how.)

Buried in Percy Allen's lament for the decline and fall of the trash-talkin', lip-tossin', hard-courtin' point guard known to the faithful as GP, is this gem:

Los Angeles does this to people. For years, folks have rushed to California in search of gold, real estate or fame. They go there to chase their dreams and, after a short time, they leave disillusioned and disappointed.

Thank goodness for Arnold Schwarzenegger that the state capital is Sacramento.