Thursday will mark the seven-month anniversary of the NBA Players Association rejecting what was labeled a “final offer” from the NBA owners to end the (at that point) 137-day lockout. Many believed the chances of a cancelled NBA season were 50-50. Better than 50-50. I say this without even an ounce of hyperbole – it was one of the five most depressing days of my life. I had half a mind to go home and drink a bottle of turpentine.