It rather seems a bad sign that I'm nervous about a home game against the Detroit Pistons in a year that isn't 1990 or 2004. If the Lakers lose this one - and let's face it, if they do lose, they'll lose by 19 points - I'm putting in for some PTSD therapy.
Drink that stale, Ralph's-brand champagne that's been sitting out on your kitchen counter since Saturday night whenever someone mentions:
- Kobe Bryant's shot attempts,
- How Tayshaun Prince is from Compton,
- Mark Cuban's comments about Phil Jackson,
- Complacency, or
- The Green Hornet, in theaters January 14th.
What do you think, Kato? Should we split some chicken tenders?