Years have passed since these eyes witnessed the pinwheel take motion and become something special, but with these same eyes they have witnessed era's rise and fall. The year was set for the Red & Black to achieve all that they have lacked, a chance at redemption, a chance at what Clyde could not get. But like the team that has come before they came up short and leading me to dream of a day when they would all rise. An era was dubbed by the media, but it became one in which where all sense of love for the game disappeared. A win now mantra brought with it the characters of players who never meshed with teammate or coach, community or even the very game these eyes have come to love. What had happened to this team, where was the desire to win, the chance to become better than who they really were?
Countless years in the in between would be "good" enough for the team, empty seats became a constant scene. A hopeful draft brought a player from Michigan, one who had potential to become great. Yet, when embraced into a culture of bad habits and players who don't care, the era perceived by all was undoubtedly true, these were the Jail Blazers. Undercover I hid my Blazer jersey, a closet fan I was... too embarrassed to embrace this team that once wooed me so long ago. Slowly like a flower reaching for the sun, the franchise was reaching back up, back to be the staple in the community it once was. The team shipped out and began to shaped up the players who were still on the roster. Yet, all things still remained the same... a new coach cannot be the only who makes a change, help was dearly needed to rid this place of the lost souls.
On a summers night, too busy with the recreation of life... I missed the one of greatest moments that would change this teams life.Taken in the fist round of the draft was a fellow from Washington and his side kick from Texas. Never giving any sense to who this Washington boy could become, I blew him off until in his rookie year when he stood up to that Michigan man, grabbing the reigns of a team that's been leaderless for years. What these eyes dreamed to see, could it be, was it the day that a new corner is met? The following year a players would be gone and a number one pick secured. Out of Ohio and to Portland into the embrace of a community who longed for so much out of a team. A few years of growth, but a mantra of "Uprise" lead to a playoff berth. An era has dawned, one in which that would last a lifetime and produce countless championships. Yet, scratching the gunk out of these eyes, I've realized that it's just a dream, the greatness that was to be perceived from a "big three" has diminished.
As dawn sheds light unto the dark day, I've come to realize that an era has come to pass, we have all been witness to greatness and to trouble times. While we rose with those who came to change a franchise, a community... there are those that remain and "united" we will be. For now the curtain has been closed, the lights darkened. The stage in which greatness was to be attained, has been laid to rest like a mothers' sweet kiss upon her child. So, even though a championship was not within the grasp of a team who was "made" for it, greatness they attained and a community was changed. Dwell we will not on the era that has passed, but remember that greatness still remains! Once a Blazer, always a Blazer!