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Correction: you CAN divorce a team! I was married to the Kings for 29 years— TWENTY-NIIIIIINE YEEEEEEARS — and so many threats to move to L.A., inept draft choices, weird trades, Knicks-lite front office hirings. We survived the 2002 screw job together, but eventually they proved to me they didn’t care about me. In 2014, I left them for a long-legged blonde named Golden State and never looked back except to say “wow, so glad I’m not with the Kings anymore!” No regrets.

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