Emily Dickinson wrote, "Hope is the thing with feathers." As an undying Sonics fan, I'd like to amend that to "Hope is the thing with a good lawyer."

Due to legal circumstances, I have regained my hope that the Sonics will not be leaving our city. Being a Catholic, a Native American, and a fragile and finite human, my hopes are tidal.

Back in 1997, when the Sonics signed Vin Baker, a gifted low post scorer, I had torrential hope. Was this the man who was going to lead us to another championship?

A few weeks before that season started, as I paid for my pizza, the Domino's man told me he was delivering a large pepperoni pizza to Vin Baker.

"I'm so excited for the season," the pizza man said. "I wish I had a basketball or something for him to sign."

Just as excited, I gave the man one of my basketballs and a $20 tip.

Of course, ten thousand pizzas and beers later, Baker turned into an alcoholic, obese failure who drank and ate his way out of the league. But even now, as I mourn for Baker, I also hope he's sober and slender. I want to tell him, "Hope is the thing with a talented therapist."

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