You lose your Hornets in 2002, because a guy named George Shinn turns out to be the Antichrist. You settle for a crappy expansion team in 2004. Your owner gives the team a dumb nickname because it reminds him of his first name. Your mascot, which is supposed to be a bobcat, is named after a fucking cat. You watch the vastly overpayed Gerald Wallace be picked up in the expansion draft. You bring in Michael Jordan as head of basketball operations, and he immediately begins loading the roster and front office with everyone he can find from UNC. He takes Adam Morrison third in the 2006 draft.
You watch Jason Richardson be traded for Boris Diaw. Boris Diaw soon looks like this. A horse-jumping contest causes your team to play the last four games of the 2009 season on the road. Your terrible director of basketball operations soon owns the team.
You actually somehow make the playoffs in 2010. You immediately lose your two best players over the off-season. You draft Bismack Byombo, the most offensively inept player in the NBA, with your 2011 No. 7 pick. You go through your eighth losing season in nine years in 2012.
This is what it is to be a Charlotte Bobcats fan. Drafting Cody Zeller is just the tip of the shit-stained iceberg.