If they're not up 15 against the Lakers, flirting with a championship, they're blowing marijuana smoke out the window of a yellow Hummer. If they're not making the playoffs after five years in the lottery, they're firing 100 hardworking front-office employees. If it's not the players, it's management. If it's not management, it's ownership.
The Blazers bounce from era to era, teasing us with glimpses of peace and harmony squeezed between bouts of distraction, dysfunction and embarrassment. You want so badly to tie the franchise to your hopes using your heart strings, but in the end, the Blazers feel as heavy as a bag of bricks.
Draft day is the one day that every franchise in the league is supposed to win. Everyone begins the day hoping they get to say, "We got better today." But I'm not sure any of us can watch Pritchard go out the door and think Portland is better off without the guy
The Oregonian
Blazers use draft day to confirm dysfunction
