Crashed, wounded, mauled, eighty-sixed, on the nickel, finaled by the fuzz, under heavy manners, on the rails to Hooverville, all wet, dried up, burning hay, off the trolley, Enstrom-less: lately, the Thrashers aren't looking so good.
Somehow the team still sits in 8th place, but that's hardly a comforting place to be when the scenery starts collapsing. And it is collapsing: if the Thrashers were a play, all of their backdrops would be falling down, their fake trees would be toppling over, and lighting rigs would be falling on the actors, taking them out of commission one by one.
There's been a lot of talk about Rick Dudley making a season-saving trade, but, uh, hm, who knows, right? A more important question: is this the beginning of the Thrashers' annual collapse? If so, we're sure we won't go without a late-season winning streak to tease us all into false hopes of a playoff appearance, so at least there's that to look forward to.
ALSO: It's probably telling that we've heard absolutely nothing from the Atlanta Spirit since that epic Friday news dump. No public statements, no emails to season ticket holders, nothing. Their latest version of PR damage control seems to be to not mention their latest lawsuit. If you don't talk about it, it'll go away, maybe? And so on and so forth...