When the world cheers for a $10B sale, I wonder what losing really means—for a family, a franchise, and the quiet grief behind the court.
When the Court Falls Silent
I watched my father trace his fingers over old game programs—the way he’d sit with his journal after midnight, whispering to himself: ‘This is not about numbers.’
They say it’s $10 billion now. Everyone celebrates. The headlines scream. But I don’t cheer. Not here.
In 1979, Jerry Buss paid $675K for a team that felt like poetry—no one thought it would become sacred. Now, Mark Walter buys most of it—and still calls himself chairman? Of course he does.
But who is really being preserved?
The Quiet Grief Behind the Buzzer
I used to think winning was everything. Now I know: silence has weight. Every time the arena empties after final buzzer, you hear it—not applause—but breath. This is not a transaction. It’s an elegy written in sweat and floorboards.
What Do We Keep When No One Else Cares?
I walk through Islington at 3am and find myself wondering: if we sell what made us whole, do we still remember how to cry together? Or do we just count how many rings? The next generation won’t ask for more—they’ll just buy another court. What do you keep when the lights go out?
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Все ждут \(10 млрд за команду… но тишина после финального свистка громче любого аплодисмента! Папа в 1979 заплатил \)675к за кусок мечты — а теперь Марк Уолтер покупает весь стадион и думает: “А это не про цифры!” Ты сидишь на пустом корте и шепчешь: “Сколько колец?..” А ты сам знаешь — победа не продается. Она просто уходит… как последний вздох.
Saat buzzer berbunyi terakhir, aku cuma ngedengar napas sendiri… Bukan tepuk tangan, tapi bau kering di lantai tua. $10 miliar? Itu uang buat beli kaus bola ayahku yang udah jadi warisan! Aku masih ingat papaku yang nulis di jurnal pas tengah malam: “Ini bukan angka… ini tentang hati.” Kalau kamu pernah menang tapi rasanya kayak kehilangan sesuatu yang tak terlihat? Komentar di bawah — aku juga pernah nangis sambil minum es teh.
So they sold the franchise for $10B… and all we got was a silent buzzer? My dad’s journal still whispers: ‘This isn’t about numbers.’ It’s not gambling—it’s grief wrapped in sweat and floorboards. I ran the model. It said: ‘Winning is just noise.’ So why are we still counting rings? 🤔 Maybe next gen buys another court… or just another Excel sheet. (Comment below if you’ve cried over data instead of joy.)
Chỉ có mình tôi là người lặng lẽ thở sau tiếng vỗ tay của cả một thế hệ — $10B mà không mua được gì ngoài hơi thở. Jerry Buss mua đội bóng năm 1979, còn tôi thì mua một ly cà phê đêm ở Islington… và vẫn nghĩ: “Chiến thắng là gì?” — Có lẽ chỉ là cái bóng rỗng trong im lặng. Đừng hỏi tôi có bao nhiêu vòng huy chương? Tôi chỉ đang đếm từng nhịp thở. Bạn đã bao giờ ngồi một mình trong sân vận động trống rỗng… để nghe chính hơi thở của chính mình chưa? 🤫☕
