I know this is really late but I've been on the fence on what exactly I should say. I mean, I've been trying to get upset over what happened last Sunday and I realize now that I just can't. Don't get me wrong, Sunday's game was a complete atrocity. The whole of the greater Los Angeles area wept that night. I've watched most of their games this season and the Lakers have never played this bad before. And it's the end of an era. Phil Jackson's last game and this is what he's going to have in his memory? They just gave up. So, PLENTY to feel bad about in general, but...
That foul. Or those fouls really. There's a part of me that pretends to be intellectual and all, and that part keeps trying to tell me how awful those fouls were. They were childish acts of sore losers with poor impulse control. They are representing their coach, their team, their city, and all of their fans. Is it too much to ask for even some semblance of dignity? Some pride in yourself? I expect this from Artest but really guys? At least, that's what my 'brain' is trying to get me to feel, and it's weird cause that's how it usually feels. But this time all I can think of is where that #17 jersey went after he pulled it off because you know somehow some fan's got it and I just hope it's not a Mav's blue shirt and how ANDREW BYNUM IS A FRIGGIN' BOSS!
It's nice to let the immaturity take over sometimes. I'll see you guys next season. Till then, Kobe Diem you guys. Kobe Diem forever.
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