So starting to write a blog is not an easy thing...especially when the central topic is one that is so deep and so dear to my heart like the Los Angeles Lakers. I have so much unorganized junk (well to me it's organized) and idiot-savantness to share that I have no chance to do it all justice. However, as usual, I am going to speak my mind and try to share this stuff. For all those that want to read it, I both thank you and apologize in advance. I'm both a genius and a mental case; I'm the biggest fan and harshest critic. All of this--combined with being a basketball junkie and self-proclaimed expert--I hope to make my opinions worthwhile. I thought I'd start off by introducing myself, my weird brain and the type of stuff of that rolls through it. Here goes nothing...
For every Josh Powell there is a Pig Miller. For every Tony Smith there is a better Sedale Threatt. For every 10-day contract phenom like Reggie Jordan scoring 20 there is a wildly entertaining Cedric Ceballos overachieving and scoring 50. For every in-his-prime Shaq scoring 60 there is an ungodly Kobe scoring 80.....Whatever it's been, I've been a die-hard Laker fan my whole life (although my loyalty gets tested from time to time like when Aaron Brooks single-handedly took us to 7 in 2009 or when Mike Brown insisted Steve Blake would continue to guard Andre Miller in critical moments in that Nuggets series in 2012).
I'm the kind of fan that has a special place in his heart for the Van Exel-led Lakers of 94-95. The type of fan that cares about which guys will fill out the bottom of the roster. The type of fan that thinks we would have undoubtedly 3-peated in 1989 had the entire starting lineup not been injured. The type of fan that could digest an entire game at age 8 while listening to Chick Hearn and just hoping Jeff Lamp and Mike Smrek would get into the game. I'm the type of fan that would stay up to 1:30am on a school night just to watch the Lakers on TNT when his parents uprooted him from sunny SoCal to freezing upstate NY. I'm the type of fan that was physiologically affected when Derek Fisher was traded and I'm the type of fan that has yet to recover from Vlade's missed FTs in 1995 at the end of Game 2 in San Antonio.
Truth be told....this blog should have been started years ago and there is just too much pressure on me for this initial entry. Therefore, I'm going to stop here and let the season guide me through this process. My early predictions? Regular season underachieving. Me being furious with Mike Brown. Me being freaked out that Dwight doesn't resign. Me being not totally sold on Dwight even though I've always been anti-Bynum. Me loving everything Kobe does even when I know it's wrong. Me wondering why every team makes every shot against us. Me wondering why Darius Morris is on the team. Me loving Pau. Me being critical of the Princeton offense. Me tweeting uncontrollably during games....even though its 1:30 on a school night.
This One Is In The Refrigerator,
Terry Teagle
