Welcome back to our ongoing series (like a big cable-knit sweater that someone keeps knitting…and knitting…and knitting…and knitting…) in which we reminisce on 31 summers of Kings basketball. When we last met, we waxed nostalgic over the years 1985-1989. Today we ponder the question: How many years can a team fail to win even 30 games (we were at four and counting entering the 1990 season)? Part 2: The longest drought (v1.0).
1990: This marks the first Kings summer of which I have vivid memories, as though it was yesterday (now, what did I have for breakfast yesterday?