chris_in_pdx
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My hatred of the Lakers and their fans is well documented, but this article just sums it all up:
I feel like I want to vomit.
If the unthinkable happens and LeBron winds up wearing the Piss and Bruise, I officially give up my NBA fandom. Why bother? The deck is and always has been stacked.
LeBron James playing for the Lakers next year is such a far-fetched, preposterous, outlandish fantasy we have no other choice but to completely and utterly embrace it.
And we have every right to, every reason to, because this is Hollywood. Crazy, whimsical dreams like this come true all the time for the Lakers.
Just look at their history.
They acquired Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the greatest player in the game at the time, from Milwaukee for four players in 1975. They lucked into Magic Johnson and James Worthy after acquiring draft picks (which turned out to be No.1s overall) from lowly Utah and Cleveland.
The Lakers have always been fortunate like that, and probably always will be. It's part of their charm, and the main reason they've been the most glamorous team in the NBA since arriving here in 1960.
Players want to come here, star here. They understand they'll perform on one of sports' biggest stages, and they'll contend for championships every year.
So when the opportunity to come here presents itself, they do whatever it takes to make it happen.
Remember when there was no chance the Orlando Magic would allow Shaquille O'Neal to leave as a free agent at the height of his game in 1996?
Yet that is exactly what happened.
These are the Lakers, and this is where the biggest stars in the game come to play.
I feel like I want to vomit.
If the unthinkable happens and LeBron winds up wearing the Piss and Bruise, I officially give up my NBA fandom. Why bother? The deck is and always has been stacked.
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