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The second after I heard the click signifying the end of the conversation, the thoughts rushed through my slightly (only slightly!) alcohol-addled brain. It’s over already? I was just getting warmed up! What the hell was that woman saying? Maybe I shouldn’t have taken that horse tranquilizer. And, most of all, why did they keep asking me about Darko? Sure, it’s the name of the blog. Oh, I guess there is a drawing of him featured fairly prominently on the site. And, yeah, that is him on the t-shirt. But when is the last time any of the Masters of the Klondike actually wrote a post about the guy?
Over the past couple of weeks, this site has been fortunate enough to receive attention from a number of mass media outlets, all of which we sincerely appreciate, but it's become clear that we need to clarify a couple things. We’re not Pistons fans, and the actual plight of Darko Milicic, the man, interests us very little. For us, Darko is a symbol of many compelling storylines in the Association: the European influx, the never-ending quest for the next big thing (how many of us are already tired of hearing about Greg Oden and O.J. Mayo?), and the larger geopolitical and cultural issues surrounding a seven foot war orphan trying to navigate his way through contemporary American society. But, he’s just a symbol. A mascot. Sometimes a name is just a name.