For 41 seasons, the first major pro sports franchise in this area was an important part of our community, providing moments of joy and sadness that will be long remembered. Here are some readers' top recollections of the team:

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When the Sonics won the championship in ’79, I was at an Olympic View Elementary charity bazaar, complete with cakewalks and bingo. I was mad because it was Game 5 of the Finals, but my parents made me go to the bazaar anyway. At the school, someone had set up a black and white TV with a shaky picture of the game. A group of boys and fathers were gathered around it, glued to the action. When Gus Williams tossed the ball in the air at the end and the Sonics were champs, a loud cheer went up, and I remember hearing horns honking outside from all directions. The rest of the evening, I trotted around the bazaar with a smile on my face. Thinking about it now puts the smile right back there.

— Chris D., Seattle

As a young child I attended Supes games with my dad, uncle and grandpa. I remember one game in particular, it was on my birthday, I must have been about 11 and the Sonics were playing Michael Jordan and the Bulls. Ill never forget that game, seeing the greatest player to ever lace ’em up face off against my childhood idols, Gary Payton and Shawn Kemp. It was a great day to be a basketball fan.

— Nick Hamblet, Everett

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In the fall of 1968, I was a freshman in high school. My buddy’s mom drove us to see the SuperSonics play the Philadelphia 76ers. Gas prices were not a problem, food at the Seattle Center was no problem and most of all the ticket price was not a problem. We hung around after the game to see if we could see a couple of players. Much to our surprise, Walt Hazzard walked out talking with Wilt Chamberlain. I shook both of their hands. I have been a fan ever since.

— Russ Nuckolls, Bellingham

We had just beaten Washington in Game 5 of the 1978 playoffs and two friends and I were celebrating in Duke’s. At the prompting of a friend, who worked for the Sonics, we decided to hop on a plane to D.C. for Game 6. No change of clothes, no toothbrush. We suffered the greatest margin of defeat in NBA history. My friend later married one of the stewardesses on the flight.

— Steve Donovan,

Pattaya, Thailand

I had just moved here when the Sonics won the championship. I went downtown to see the parade the day after the final game. I can say this was the last time I remember feeling that Seattle was one community, one neighborhood, one heart. It hasn’t been the same since.

— James Bowers, Seattle

My dad who recently passed away took me to a Sonics game in the mid ’80s against the Boston Celtics. I was a young boy just figuring out the game of basketball. My dad made sure to tell me how great the Celtics and Larry Bird were that year. It was a great game and it went down to the wire. The Sonics and Celtics were tied at 99 with less than two seconds to go and the Celtics had the ball. I remember my dad telling me that Larry Bird would come out of the timeout and hit the game winner. Sure enough, Bird took the inbounds pass around the free throw line and hit a 20-footer to win the game 101-99. That was a night I fell in love with basketball. That was a night I connected with my dad. I loved my Sonics and will miss them.

— Ryan, Renton

The day that I should have skipped school. After the Sonics won the NBA title in 1979, I missed out on the parade because my mom would not let me out of school for the day. Being that my mom worked at my school, there was no way to skip school that day. Thinking back now, I made the wrong choice.

— John, SeaTac

I took my family to see the Sonics when Gary Payton and Shawn Kemp were in their prime (1996). We were sitting eight rows behind the Sonics bench. It was toward the end of the game and we were winning, Gary grabs a small basketball and a team towel and waves my 7-year-old daughter down. My wife and I freak. She throws my infant son into my arms and races after Gabi not really knowing what was happening. It was amazing. Gary gave her the ball and wrapped the towel around her head and embarrassed her. Days later she has a Glove poster on her wall and I’m almost positive I once saw her kissing it. Almost as exciting when I went to a game this year with my son (much older now) and they had to stop the game because of a fire in the overhead scoreboard. They ended up lowering that thing down to the court to extinguish the fire. I guess I’m glad my kids got to experience the team. I feel for those kids who will never get to experience it.

— Jeff, Edmonds

I remember my dad taking us to a game early in the 1977-78 season and the Coliseum was so empty, we moved to within 10 rows of the floor. Shortly after that, they hired Lenny Wilkens as coach and made it all the way to the Finals. Unbelievable! The next season, my Dad took me to one of the Finals games in the Kingdome against the Bullets. The day of the victory parade, I skipped my classes and took the bus downtown. I was able to secure a spot right in front of the steel drum band that was in front of the stage. At the end of the parade, the players came up and made their victory speeches and I had one of the best seats in the house! What amazing memories!

— Brian L., Seattle

Dec. 30, 1971: Sonics vs. Lakers as an 8-year-old, I went to my first game. Seeing my heroes in person — Spencer Haywood, Dick Snyder, Lenny Wilkens, Leepin’ Lee Winfield. We lost as the Lakers were on the back end of their record 33-game winning streak, but it didn’t matter, I was hooked. Thirty-six years later, I took my son and daughter (ages 9 and 4) to the last Sonics game against Dallas (their first games) to give them the same thrills. The smiles and laughter made it worth it. Bennett, Schultz, and the politicians each took a piece of my childhood and my heart last week. Shame on them for not allowing Seattle’s children to experience the same excitement as I did growing up.

— Jerry Hink, University Place

I recall the Bar S promotions around 1975, where Tom Burleson spoke to children, including me, before a game. Basketball was definitely my favorite sport growing up. And I still buy Bar S hot dogs. I also recall the tear-down of the old Bellevue Boys & Girls Club in 1977 or 1978, when Fred Brown and a Seahawks QB Jim Zorn both showed up. I still have a picture of the two of them and me. I got to attend the All-Star game in 1986, as a member of the Husky Band we got to see our own Tom Chambers named game MVP.

On a sadder note, I remember the last Sonics game I went to, probably 6 or 7 years ago. The music was really loud and got in the way of enjoying the game. Most of the players seemed way overpaid for how well they were playing. The NBA has some really big problems. The biggest of all is cultivating a generation of future fans so that watching the game of basketball is fun, and so there’s magic to community events with classy people like Tom Burleson and Fred Brown. That magic unfortunately has gone. I am sad my own children won’t get to encounter it, but that NBA no longer exists.

— Stuart Jenner, Normandy Park

Bob Rule was the player I remember most. A big guy who could run and hit the long jumpers off the fast break. Up until that time, I didn’t think big guys could run that fast.

— David Askren, Seattle

My main memory of living one block from the KeyArena (or Coliseum as it was known) for 20 years was the traffic and timing my life around the season for seven months or so a year. I guess they won’t make the Mercer Mess any messier now.

— Travis Winn, Seattle

The best moment was when Shawn Kemp slam dunked over the rookie Shaq’s head.

— Raindog, Monmouth, Ore.

Not once, not twice but the whole time they were together: Gary Payton and George Karl yelling and screaming at each other. That relationship won a lot of games.

— Ricki, Kenmore

When I was 9 years old I used to sneak a radio in my bed and listen to Sonic games. The first year, 1967, Bob Rule, Tom Meschery, Don Kojis, Bob Boozer. Just a few names I remember. Listening to Bob Blackburn call the games. I’m 49 now and hearing that the Sonics are gone is like losing a family member. I can’t believe or understand what happened.

— Don Towne, Houston

I got two tickets to a 1994 or 1995 game at the Tacoma Dome. I told my boss that I’d take him if the girl I was going to ask to go said no. I took my boss.

— Stefan Arnold, Palm Springs, Calif.

My father, long since passed, was able to take me to some of the most memorable sporting events in Seattle history. My first Sonics game was to see the debut of Dr. J, Julius Erving, in Seattle. And while I’ve been to numerous games since, to watch these and other area sports teams, no games were as special as the Sonics.

At one point in time, I was thrilled to cheer for Fred Brown from the third deck of the Kingdome until my lungs burst. I blushed when Dean Tolson came to speak at our school. I sat with my buddies at our favorite pub enjoying every machination of Gary, and Shawn, and Detlef, and George Karl. These were real people that I could cheer for and relate to; they seemed to take on the personality of the city itself.

But at some point, the NBA became this predictable, boorish rich-man’s club, where fouls, free throws and heroics were guided more by contract dollars and name recognition than production and merit. The NBA has become a league of show and glitz, and little substance. The players I once loved to watch were far too real for this NBA model.

— Kirk Kriskovich, Shoreline

I remember seeing my first Sonics game at the Key in 2000 against Denver. They won and I remembered Gary Payton signing my basketball. A bunch of bullies stole it when I was 8, but Gary came and gave me a new ball that was autographed and I felt happy.

Losing the SuperSonics rips my heart to pieces and I wonder if basketball, the game I grew up with, will ever return to Seattle.

— Hussein, Toronto

I remember that incredible ’79 championship year when the Sonics took it all against the Bullets. They were a team that had great team chemistry with no showboats. They had fabulous guard play with terrific roll players. Downtown Freddie Brown added so much spice with unbelievable range. This without the three-point line. They were such a force with the wonderful team defense led by the terrific Dennis Johnson.

— John Patrick, Pasco

As I’m sipping on my double tall latte, wearing my grunge outfit, and playing Nirvana, I’m remembering the 1987 NBA draft, when the Sonics traded away Scottie Pippen to Chicago for Olden Polynice. Enough said.

— Ryan, Minneapolis

I’ll never forget the 1979 Championship season. I was 9 years old. I remember sitting on our front porch on Phinney Ridge with my sister, waiting for my mom to get home after the Sonics had won the title against the Bullets. When she got home, we jumped in the VW Bug convertible and went driving around down in Ballard. I’ll never forget everyone running around going crazy. We were all screaming and yelling, people were climbing all over the car. It was great. I was so happy and felt that I was a part of it as I had gone to a bunch of games in the Kingdome that year with my dad. Some of my best childhood memories.

— Scott Cahill Rude, Seattle

I lived and died with every game during the 1993-94 season when I was in sixth grade. My feelings today are similar to what I felt watching Dikembe Mutombo celebrate on the floor after Game 5. Then the redemption two years later of seeing them make the Finals — we can only hope that this situation ends in a similar way.

— Jake, Sedro-Woolley

I remember being at the Coliseum in 1972 when I was 10. Lenny Wilkens came back to play as a Cleveland Cavalier after being traded by the Sonics. When he was introduced, the Coliseum was very loud and he got the standing ovation that he deserved. Thanks for the memories, Sonics. You were a fun team to grow up with and you provided some great excitement in my adult years, too.

— Larry O., Seattle

The one that probably stands out the most was when, as a teenager, I got a chance to attend a Sonics practice and do a one-on-one interview with Ricky Pierce for a story I was writing for my high school newspaper. It was at the old Seattle Coliseum, and I remember two things: How nervous I was, and how much extra time reserves Bart Kofoed and Rich King put in that day trying to improve their respective games. Some have it, some don’t. They didn’t. But it certainly wasn’t for lack of effort!

— Scott Resch,

Ho Chi Minh City

As a 14-year-old in 1969, I enjoyed listening to games on my transistor radio. Bob Rule was my favorite player. My parents spent $100 so I could attend Sonics coach Al Bianchi’s basketball camp in Auburn. I think the highlight was when they showed the film “One Million Years B.C.” with a young Raquel Welch! The next year Lenny Wilkens became coach and I attended his camp in Lake Spanaway. Rick Barry showed up with a multicolored ABA basketball and wowed everyone with his long shots and underhanded free throws. Those were the days!

— Bill Hansen, San Diego

Listening to Al Tucker and the Sonics lose often on the faint signal of my Crystal radio, laying in bed, having had to go to bed at 7:30. Some things change. I can stay up later now.

— Artie, Mountlake Terrace

I always rooted for them, even as I traveled to Colorado and Alaska for college, and now in Texas. But my fondest memories will always be this: Getting Slick Watts’ autograph at Glen Grant Chevrolet when I was 11, and him taking the time to ask my name despite the crowd of people.

I also pretended to be Downtown Freddy Brown in my driveway, as I was listening to the radio, hearing him light up Golden State for 58 points. To this day, carrying around a crumpled up 1979 basketball card of him in my wallet.

As an adult, I worked 15 years at an Eastside health club, where I saw these two guys almost every day. I was always polite to them, but never let on how much they both impacted me, and how in awe I still was every time I saw them.

— Roger Gopinath,

New Braunfels, Texas

My memories are simple and clear. Riding in the back of my dad’s car on our way to judo practice three times a week listening to Bob Blackburn make the games come alive. After practice we would run into the gym and play basketball. I always tried to hold the ball like Spencer Haywood.

When I went to my first game with my Dad, it was a wide-eyed experience that I couldn’t wait to do with my own son years later. I was taken back to those memories driving my son to practice listening to Kevin Calabro call the game, bringing it to life as we waited in an endless traffic jam.

My favorite Sonic of all time will always be Shawn Kemp. He was the one who made us all yell and pound our chests. He was a force of nature, a storm that happened indoors and you waited for the lightning to strike and share it with your friends the next day. I remember running into him in a parking lot after a game one day and talking with him like one of the fellas. I will always treasure these memories and I’m sad my son won’t have the opportunity to do the same. The Sonics were an experience a father could share with his son or daughter, to pass along new memories and a love of a sport at the highest level. These memories have no price tag.

— Glenn Mitsui, Seattle

As a son who is getting older each day, I have begun to cherish all the memories and experiences I’ve had with my father. Sure there are all the fishing trips, playing ball in the backyard, taking me and my friends to the local 7-Eleven to get candy, comforting me when I’d get hurt or sad. But the one memory that sticks out the most is when he would take me to a Sonics game. Dick Synder, Bob Rule, Spencer Haywood, pop corn, soda pop; I’ll never forget it. The first thing that comes to mind are the Sonics memories. That’s something no one can ever take away from me. In my mind I will always have that in my heart and it will always put a smile on my face.

— Eric, Sammamish

I was on a Metro bus when Downtown Freddy Brown stepped into the bus. With his long legs he sat on the side seat. The little old lady that was sitting next to me leaned over and told him that he should play basketball with those long legs. He smiled and told her that he would think about it. The little lady got off at the next stop. I leaned over to the long-legged Sonic and said, “You, sir, are a class act!” He just smiled.

— Kathy Howe, Spokane

A Sonic fan since my childhood (30-plus years), I have had some incredibly vivid and exciting times coming back to me over the last few days. The Coliseum at playoff time and the madness of Sonics fans, roaring at Charles Barkley or Karl Malone. Amazing Shawn Kemp slams, Eddie Johnson jumpers, and GP clutch shots. My favorite memory however is being in the Key to watch Nate McMillan, Mr. Sonic, return from injury after an extended absence and rehab. He had been missed and the city truly showed its civic pride that day. Is there any left?

— Ferg77, Poulsbo

My favorite memory was when, it was the season-closer in 2006 I believe, and Ray Allen was about six shy of beating the single season record for three-pointers made. I was at the game, and the place was going crazy when Ray made his first three. It was a great game. I haven’t followed the Sonics until 2005-2006 — I’m like 15 now — but I’ve learned so much from watching and now I know what history has been stolen from us.

— Kelvin Zhao, Lynnwood

I was at the airport for the championship homecoming on June 2, 1979. It was so hot that day and we were singing the “SuperSonics” song while we waited for the airplane. I was 15 years old and was with my best friend and my older sister. We were so excited!

— Missy Powers, Kent

As a teenager, I followed the 1978-79 Sonics chase with great vigor. My father and I even went to the airport once, to see the Supes off to Phoenix for that critical Game 6 matchup in the Western Conference finals. We greeted the players as they passed by, then the crowd dispersed as the last player got on the plane — or so we thought. However, as we were walking out of the airport, here came Freddie Brown, running with suitcase and sporting a shocking white mink coat. We called out to him, “Hey Freddie, how bout an autograph?” Freddie, out of breath, says, “Nah man, I gotta catch a plane.”

“Freddie, they won’t leave without you,” I said. Freddie cocks his head at me like I’m crazy, but then suddenly realizes it and says, “You’re right.” He puts down his suitcase and signs my program. A memorable night for a 13-year old.

— Chris, Los Angeles

In the summer of 1967, I was working as a coach at Bob Houbregs Basketball camp on Whidbey Island. One day Bob introduced to the assembled coaches and campers Al Bianchi, the first coach of the new SuperSonics. When the Sonics held their first practice at SPU I took our two sons to see it. Our family then witnessed the first NBA game between the Sonics and the other expansion team, the San Diego Rockets, now Houston. Both coaches wore tuxedos and I think also Bob Blackburn, who was master of ceremonies. Sam Schulman and Gene Klein were also introduced. Who would have thought then that this past week would have happened.

— Phil Hull, Edmonds

In one of the ’70s playoff runs, my high school jazz band played at the game, situated right next to the court. We played during timeouts and probably during halftime. Mainly I remember having my new Fender Strat and tube amp on 10 (full-out volume) and playing screaming guitar solos. Then the timeout would end and I could watch the game at courtside. It was a lot of fun for a 15-year-old.

— Mike Archbold, Shoreline

The Gary Payton/Shawn Kemp/George Karl era! The Glove, Reign Man, George, Detlef, Sam, Hersey, Dale Ellis, Nate, X-man, Tom Chambers, Derrick, Eddie Johnson, Ricky Pierce, Sasquatch, and the beer and nachos man at KeyArena., and of course, the Sonics dancers, Ray, Rashard, and the Pacific Northwest Division title. Shawn manhandling everybody at the post. Gary running circles around everybody. Sam swooshing another three. Detlef with his all-around play. Eddie with his long bombs. Dale and Xavier putting up the numbers. Nick’s double-doubles. Ray shooting lights out. Rashard’s 50-plus point performance in Japan. Another Shawn dunk. Another Gary steal. And the 1996 Finals. Finally, seeing the banner of the NBA Champions at the KeyArena rafters. It was grand, Sonics!

— Ngoo Nam, Tukwila

I have many memories of the Sonics in my 37 years in Washington. But the best memory I have was of Game 7 of the 1996 Western Conference Finals against the Utah Jazz. I had won tickets on a radio program by correctly naming which players have had their number retired inside KeyArena. I took my Dad to the game and we had the time of our lives. I have never heard a louder crowd! The best part was counting up every time Karl Malone was on the free throw line. We beat the Jazz that afternoon and we all honked our horns all the way to I-5! The Glove, Rain Man and Det were the best and I thank them for some awesome memories that Clay Bennett cannot take from me. I will miss the Sonics dearly and hope to see a new Sonics team play in Seattle soon.

— Robert Samphire, Woodinville

The era with Payton, Kemp, Perkins, coach Karl: It was just electric all the time. Every home game packed with energy. Every season was so exciting, win of lose, the fans knew we would always contend in the West.

— Kainoa, Kona, Hawaii

In 1967 or 1968, I can’t remember which, my dad took me to watch the Sonics play the Lakers. The Sonics, with Bob Rule and Walt Hazzard were going to try and match up with Jerry West and Elgin Baylor. The Sonics were an expansion franchise and weren’t expected to keep pace with L.A. The crowd wasn’t that big, perhaps 8, 000 in the old Seattle Center Coliseum. What a thrill: Rule put up 35 to 45 points and the Sonics won! I remember a fairly quiet crowd when the game began, and everyone was on their feet at the end! I’ll miss the Sonics.

— Gary Whitley, Bend, Ore.

My favorite Sonics memory occurred when I was 6. It was January of 2000, and the Sonics were playing the Nets. My dad got us tickets for the game as a Christmas gift. All game, it was back and forth. Gary Payton was having an awful night from the field, and it was guys like Shammond Williams and Jelani McCoy keeping it close. So it comes down to the final two seconds. Chuck Person comes in the game and inbounds the ball to Payton, but it’s tipped out of bounds. Now it’s under two seconds. Person inbounds the ball again, and it tossed right back to him. He puts it up from half-court at least, and it goes in without even touching the rim. You could hear the swish, cause it was dead silent when it went up. Sonics win 95-92, and the place goes nuts. It felt like the roof was going to come off the place. About 13,000 people were there, but when that shot went up, you could of fooled me by saying the place was packed like a playoff game. Thanks, Rifleman, for my favorite Sonics memory.

— Joseph Veyera, Shoreline

I’m a junior in high school, and I was born and raised in Halifax, Nova Scotia, before moving to Seattle in July of 2006. Being from Eastern Canada, I didn’t fully appreciate what basketball had to offer. Over these past two years the Seattle Sonics have opened my eyes to a wonderful sport, which gives a spectator a feeling unlike any other. Although most of the time, the arena was empty, my dad and I enjoyed every game last season, and loved every minute of it. After games, I would wait for autographs by the parking lot with some of the truly die-hard fans, and that is when I truly understood the impact an NBA franchise can have on a city. Bennett, Stern, Schultz, all of them need to take a look in the mirror and think about what they just did. They committed an unforgivable crime, and took a 41-year old tradition from its home.

— Andrew Blanchette, Bellevue

I came from a family of four. My father was a Korean vet; he worked hard and had a good work ethic. My father used to get tickets from his company sales rep on occasion so we would get to see the likes of Slick Watts and Lenny Wilkens. Should he still be alive today my father would be sad to hear we sold our team. He would be angry to know we have sold half of our businesses to other countries; he used to have some rather wild comments when he got angry. What are they trying to do pound sand … well, you fill it in! In other words, what happened to community, and empathy, kindness and concern of your fellow man.

— Jileeann, Bonney Lake

I have been a Sonics fan since Downtown Freddy Brown, the Wizard, DJ and the gang won it all. I was 10 years old. I made the infamous trek south to the Tacoma Dome while the Key was being updated. Kendall and Karl. I was there when Mutumbo rolled around our court, while our Supes went down in flames. I was also at the Key when we beat Karl Malone, John Stockton and the evil Utah Jazz in Game 7 of the 1996 conference finals. Hey G.P.: “Are you with me?” How about Eric’s Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper Sonics cheerleading! Kemp dunking on Lister! What awesome memories! The SuperSonics will always belong to Seattle.

— Lawren H., San Diego

Mr. Mayor, let me tell you what it means to be a fan. It is watching your team, as a 9 year-old boy, lose a tough Game 7 in the Finals in 1978 and actually cry. It’s the euphoric running down the street yelling “We did it! We are the Champs!” as the Sonics get sweet revenge the following year, beating those same Bullets and putting Seattle on the national sports map.

It’s attending my first game in person, a playoff game in the Kingdome in 1980, at the time the largest crowd in NBA history. It’s saying years later “I saw Gus and Jack.” It’s naming your pet duck “DJ” after the MVP. It’s trying to shoot from Downtown like Freddy Brown and fly like the Reign Man.

It’s somehow scoring tickets to see the great Michael Jordan, and The Glove stripping him of the ball to preserve a Sonics victory. It’s the ’96 Finals and a Queen Anne restaurant called “Chicago’s” temporarily changing its name when the Bulls become enemy number one.

It’s growing up and working with Detlef’s charity, and being hired to the Sonics sales staff and helping Chris Wilcox provide big Thanksgiving turkeys and even bigger smiles to local families. It’s watching Kevin Durant blossom into the Rookie of the Year and still play Guitar Hero with young fans.

It’s watching my niece and nephew’s eyes expand when they see what “7 foot” looks like from up close. And it’s time in a suite, with my dad for what will be the last Sonics game we went to, reflecting on all the games, memories and favorite players we’ve seen sport the Green and Gold.

That, Mr. Mayor, is what you have given up on.

— Jim Bergem, Bellevue

I feel an intense sense of loss about the death of my team. The owners of sports teams have forgotten that they are merely custodians. The teams themselves belong to us, the fans who care about the players — not just about their performance on the court.

When I think back to my favorite players, these were my friends. I loved guys like Tom Meschery and Jim McDaniels for reasons that had little to do with box scores. Who knows why you become passionate about certain players? It’s the nature of being a fan.

And then there are the moments that capture your imagination. I was an 8-year-old Cub Scout when I went to my first Sonics’ game, during their first season in 1967. It was an experience that I will never forget.

There are so many moments that are etched in my memory: Lenny Wilkens leading an improbable four-point comeback in the last five seconds of a game against Cincinnati that tied the game and took it to overtime.

Or the famous “undertime” game against the Celtics, when the lead changed hands twice in the final three seconds.

Like many others, I can remember exactly where I was when the Sonics won the championship against the Bullets. I jumped for joy in the streets of the U District that night, and I grieved when my beloved DJ was traded away (and of course when I found out about his death last year).

You never stop loving your favorite players, even when they are traded away.

And you never stop rooting for your team, no matter how poorly it does.

This is YOUR team and YOUR players. That never changes.

But the situation today is different. This is the death of an entire team. There is nothing in my experience that comes close to it. Even if another team adopts the team colors and name, I will know in my heart that they are a fake. And the Oklahoma team has no relevance to me.

I could talk about the reasons for this situation, about the greed and the disloyalty and disrespect. But honestly, I don’t care about any of those things right now. Today is a day of mourning for me, and all I feel is a sense of loss.

— Victor Shamas, Tucson

It can’t at all be said that professional basketball has left Seattle. We still have the Storm, for which I’m grateful. I’ll continue to support ’em. They play well, are professional yet personable people, and make me proud of pro sports in Seattle.

— Jeff Flaherty, Seattle

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