So there I was, scrolling through my phone, and I stumble upon this chat with Malik Monk — you know, the dude from the Kings. It was a wild ride. Someone asks him whether he’s gonna rethink his whole deal with the team. And Monk? Oh man, personal clarity alert — he’s staying put, and he’s not even hesitating. He told James Ham on, uh, X? Yeah, it’s apparently what we used to call Twitter. Who knew names could change like that while we’re all just trying to keep pace with breakfast? Anyway, Monk says, “I’m all in. No question.” Like, real conviction. No waver there.
But then he’s like, admitting it’s a proper downer watching the game from the sidelines when you’re itching to help. Can you imagine that? It’s like having your nose pressed against the glass at an ice cream shop when you’ve got a toothache. Monk’s got this tenacity, I reckon, which he throws onto the court and the bench alike. The season ended in a way that kinda, well, sucked for him — sitting out when you know you could be out there showing what you’ve got.
Yet amidst the chaos, he’s got this optimistic vibe. Something to look forward to — that’s his take with this ‘bright future’ he mentioned. Despite the hiccup of a season they just had (he calls it a “down year,” which feels nicely understated), he’s got this sneaky suspicion that it’s only getting better from here. He didn’t say this, of course, but you could almost hear the background hum of someone playing “The Only Way Is Up.”
And here I am with a mix of curiosity and hope, just gobbling up his words. It feels like the kind of hope where you know it’s going to involve a bit of a bumpy ride but you’re strapped in anyway, like a rollercoaster with a questionable safety record you decide to trust one more time. Stack on crazy twists, turns, the works — it’s gonna be a blast. Next season, here they come.
