Phil Jackson is a pot smoking, hill billy cripple who gravy trained the best 4 players in the last 20 years to multiple titles. He can't even win a title with only one super star "best rapist in the game" player. Pathetic. Larry Brown won a title without any super stars. That's a basketball coach. Jackson acts far more like a new age, crystal waving, sage burning life coach who looks deep into the fetid souls of his team to try and determine which Books on Tape to buy them.
I think he got Trevor Ariza "Dick and Jane Skip Rope", though it was a tad challenging for the young man.
It IS truly inspiring what Bill Walton's special needs son has done in spite of his obvious brain damage resulting from his mother eating a sheet of acid while pregnant at a Grateful Dead show.
The fact that anyone gives one fuck what Phil has to say is pretty absurd.
The fact that any Lakers fan is "going to bring it" is sad. What are you going to bring, really? Some stale, sad smack talk? A fake tan? Smog?
The reason there are so many freaking Lakers fans in the rest of the country is because they can't fucking wait to get out of that cesspool of a city. Maybe the problem the Lakers have in Portland is a lack of quality smog in the air? Maybe they can't stand the color green? All I know is that a 7 game series with the Lakers would have more hate in it then any other possible series this year. And that, my friends, is something I would love to see.
The Lakers will simply suffer from not having anyone brilliant in their decision-making roles, unless they're lucky enough to find someone like that soon.
OK.....maybe not.
