Of all the professional sports around, I’ve always loved basketball the most. Perhaps it was because I was awkwardly tall as a child, who knows… and it’s always seemed like I have gone against-the-grain when cheering for teams… When I was a kid, the huge rivalry was between the Chicago Bulls (Michael Jordan) and Phoenix Suns (Charles Barkley). Technically, I was born in Arizona, so it wasnâ€™t too much of a stretch for me to cheer on Barkley and the Suns.
I grew up in SoCal, surrounded by Lakers fans, and it seemed perfectly normal to cheer on the local team… until I got to college. I didnâ€™t understand why my new east-coast friends couldnâ€™t stand the Lakers or the thought that I could be on their side. I didnâ€™t give them grief for liking the Sixers (even though Allen Iverson is SUCH a punk) or the Blazers. They had to teach me that being a Lakers fan was like being a Yankee fan (i.e. the rest of the world hates your team and its fans). Who knew? After that, it just became fun to cheer on the Lakers buahahah.
Alas, time has moved on, and the Lakers team I once loved has dispersed across the NBA. I’ve been in Texas for over 2 yrs now (eeek) and have been following the Rockets. They are such an awesome team to watch, because they really do play like a team… and their crazy streak this season kept the entire city on the edge of their seats
Unfortunately, yet again, the Rockets did not make it past the 1st round of playoffs. The Jazz advanced and were crushed by the Lakers buahaha.
Once again I find myself surround with rival fans (Spurs fans even though Houston has its own team, blasphemous I say…). The Spurs… who beat my Phoenix Suns… who beat the rising New Orleans Hornets… who totally BLEW IT in game 1 of the Western Conference Finals (up 20pts and still LOSE)... hahaha freakin Spurs.
Lakers beat Jazz… Spurs beat Suns… in summary
...it’s a no brainer