That would be your Sacramento Kings, of course.
Who, on President's Day, made a total James Buchanan move, trading franchise center/serial problem child DeMarcus Cousins to New Orleans for, basically, a hill of beans.
(Actually, it was for three guys who are not household NBA names -- Buddy Hield, Tyreke Evans and Langston Galloway -- plus a second-round pick in this year's draft. Observers say it's the dumbest trade since A) Manhattan for beads, or B) Lou Brock for Ernie Broglio)
That's not what makes this the ultimate Kings thing to do, however. It's this.
Not to impugn the quantity or quality of brain cells in the Sacramento front office, but who does this except the Kings? Publicly acknowledging you had a better deal on the table and didn't make it? I'm sorry, what?
Look, it's one thing to make a bad deal. It's a whole other thing to make a bad deal and then admit you could have made a less-bad deal and didn't do it. I mean, can you imagine anyone else in professional sports -- even someone who works for the Cleveland Browns -- saying what Vlade Divac said?
REPORTER: Theo, you just traded Rizzo and Bryant for a bucket of spackle and a rendering of Elvis on velvet. Explain yourself.
THEO EPSTEIN: Well, yesterday we could have gotten Max Scherzer, Mike Trout and Bryce Harper in a three-way deal, but we decided not to.
Or how about this?
REPORTER: Jim, you just traded Andrew Luck for Sammy Baugh's mummified remains. What's up with that?
JIM IRSAY: Well, we could have had Aaron Rodgers straight up, but did you ever see Baugh throw a football? They didn't call him Slingin' Sammy for nothin'.
Dumbness. In Sacramento, it's what's for dinner.
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