Dear Son -
I am sorry your father has turned you into a Pacers fan - but as long as I have, let me tell you what you have to look forward to.
This is an organization that is just good enough to make it to the Conference Finals - but wins it fewer than 20% of the time. This is a team that always seems close - but never is close enough... let me digress - do not let me turn you into a Colts fan as well - there is a curse involved with the Indianapolis teams that is stronger than even the Red Sox curse (you see, those people have the Patriots)... back to the Pacers.
I am sorry that the team you root for has no backcourt - and the 2 guard that used to have balls the size of Montana now can't even make a free throw in the clutch. I am sorry I subjected you to game 5 where you so astutely asked - 'how come Reggie never shoots?'
And I am really sorry that Jonathon Bender - someone who has been on the team almost as long as you have been alive - still has not developed into a player that could even carry a mediocre player from Kentucky's jock.
I am sorry that Ron Artest will break your heart again - he is our headache, and he will contunue to be for the foreseeable future.
I am sorry that Al Harrington never became as good as a Davis.
I am sorry that you root for a team whose secret weapon is a guy from Providence who coulsn't guard you.
I am sorry that I let you get sucked in with me - thinking that this was the year - the year with the home court. Hope can be a cruel mistress.
It is not too late - you can become a bandwagon fan and actually celebrate a championship in your lifetime. Hurry, change your allegiances. You can actually change them every year - many people do that.
Because son, this just hurts too damn much - and it happens every year. Every f-ing year.