So obviously I've already fallen short of my goal to post once a day. Bummer. It probably still won't be every day from this point on, but now that my Utah Jazz have been unceremoniously kicked out of the playoffs I will have more time. Anyways for this post I think I will just list the top ten reasons I hate the Lakers. Hopefully this will be a soothing proccess for my injured Jazz heart.
10. Yellow and Purple. Yellow and purple, people. The team that manages to crush our hopes seemingly every year wears yellow and purple.
9. Derek Fisher. Now, I don't approve of the fans who heckle him about his daughter's situation in the slightest. I think he is a classy guy off the court. Yet he still left our team to go play for the Lakers. And what's worse is that he stunk it up with the Jazz (at least on the court) and then raised his level of play once he returned to L.A.
8. Benificiaries of lopsided trades. It seems like trades always end up in the Lakers favor. They must bully other teams or something. The Pau Gasol trade is the supreme example of this.
7. Lamar Odom. How does this guy always have his career games against the Jazz. This isn't even a situation where some guy is just exceeding expectations against us. He is an extremely talented player. He just seems to dog it against every other opponent except the Jazz.
6. Short term memory. I think everyone affiliated with the Lakers forgets that we dominanted them back during the late 90s. All this fuss about the sweep this year? That's right Lakers fans, we swept you first (when many nba pundits were predicting the Lakers to sweep us).
5. Reggie Miller. Wait, what does he have to do with the Lakers? The answer should be absolutely nothing, but for some reason Reggie Miller is in ecstasy every time the Lakers score. When Jazz players fall to the ground they are shamefully flopping. When Laker players flop they are "selling the play". Come on, Reggie. At least make it harder for us to tell that you are a Laker homer.
4. Phil Jackson. While this series he did seem a little more laid back and complimentary, I haven't forgotten all the arrogant things he's said in his matchups with Sloan in the past. I admit that he's an excellent coach, but his smug attitude all the time drives me insane. I want to see him when a title without having the best player in the league.
3. Kobe Bryant. Why do Jazz fans hate Kobe? It's because he at once embodies every trait a Jazz fan could hope for in one of our players, while posessing all the qualities a Jazz fan can loathe. He is an incredible talent, he has an immense work ethic, and he plays tough. On the other hand, he constantly pouts on the court, reeks of arrogance on and off the court, and he plays for our most-hated team.
2. Lakers media. I can't believe some of the articles I read from the L.A. Times during the Jazz/Lakers series. Their pompous drivel makes me want to pull my hair out. They think that the superiority of their team elevates them as sportswriters somehow. I wish they would realize that their place in Hollywood doesn't elevate them, but lowers them to the standards of something like the National Enquirer. They spend so much time hunting gossip and entertainment that they forget they are supposed to write about sports.
1. Lakers fans. I'll start out with a disclaimer. All fans are not created equal. There are good fans, dumb fans, and crazy fans everywhere. However, in my experience growing up in Utah where sadly there exists a large contingent of Lakers fans, the majority of Lakers fans are truly "bandwagon fans". They don't know who all the players on their team are. They don't watch every game. They don't bite their nails in the fourth quarter of a "meaningless" regular season game. They look at the news every once in a while so that they can go to work/school and say, "Hey, how about them Lakers." If the Lakers have a down year, they don't feel any pain or shame. They just melt into obscurity and apathy, until a better Lakers team comes around so that they can crawl out of the woodwork.
In summation, I hate the Lakers.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Here's to May Flowers
Hey.
I've kind of been through some "showery" times this April. School's out, and now I'll be living the dream, working full time at minimum wage. I've been thinking a lot about developing my talents and preparing for the future. One of the conclusions drawn was that I need to practice writing. So here I am.
I plan on writing every day. I might write about my thrilling life events. I'll probably address sports every once in a while. On the rare occasion I might wax poetic. We'll see. I just want to write.
And fill time.
That is all.
I've kind of been through some "showery" times this April. School's out, and now I'll be living the dream, working full time at minimum wage. I've been thinking a lot about developing my talents and preparing for the future. One of the conclusions drawn was that I need to practice writing. So here I am.
I plan on writing every day. I might write about my thrilling life events. I'll probably address sports every once in a while. On the rare occasion I might wax poetic. We'll see. I just want to write.
And fill time.
That is all.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Leaves
Sometimes beauty can be found in the smallest, most indescribable moments. I’m going to attempt to describe one of those moments now. A couple days ago I sat outside on campus, enjoying the rare warmth we were having that day. As I soaked in some rays while reading a good book, I took a minute to marinate in that moment. I looked around. There were trees overhead, and the slight breeze was sending a steady stream of leaves towards the ground. Golden rain poured down, matching the magical near-sunset light flowing out of the horizon.
I felt as poetic as I’ve ever felt in that instant. Surely if I had any poetic pluck, I would have whipped out my pen and started writing my own Odyssey or Wasteland. Instead I selfishly sucked in the aesthetic pleasure of it all. I began to ponder.
Why don’t we cry at the fall of a leaf? I mean, there is probably some people who are emotionally unstable and see the falling leaves as symbolic of their feelings and thus shed a few tears . . . but most leaves descend unmourned. As I reflected upon this, I decided amidst that golden shower that we don’t grieve for leaves because we know they will be replaced before too long. While the empty branches appear forlorn, we know they will have happy company in the Spring. We know that fresh leaves are on the not-too-distant horizon.
Lately, I’ve thought about my fears. One of those fears is that a golden moment will soon fade away and leave me empty. I’m scared, so I fiercely hold onto every memory I have. I hold onto those memories longer than I should - drawing out relationships, living in the past, and shying from the future. Why can’t I look at my memories the same way I looked at those falling leaves? While memories come and go, there are always new memories to be made, new adventures to be had. And just as every tree has seasons of bare branches, our lives will have wintry periods when we will be tempted to long for our autumn leaves. But if we can just wait for Spring. Then we will have a fresh set of memories that will keep us happy all day long.
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf quoted Albert Camus saying that, “in the depth of winter [we find] within [us] an invincible summer.” We need the abiding hope that everything will soon be okay. We need to trust in the natural cycles of our lives, and look towards the seasons to come instead of fruitlessly trying to pick up the leaves that have fallen. Of course we can sweep up those leaves into a pile and save them (or jump in them) through scrapbooking or blogging, but trying to glue the leaves back on the tree just doesn’t work.
I think I’m done glueing. I’m waiting for Spring.
I felt as poetic as I’ve ever felt in that instant. Surely if I had any poetic pluck, I would have whipped out my pen and started writing my own Odyssey or Wasteland. Instead I selfishly sucked in the aesthetic pleasure of it all. I began to ponder.
Why don’t we cry at the fall of a leaf? I mean, there is probably some people who are emotionally unstable and see the falling leaves as symbolic of their feelings and thus shed a few tears . . . but most leaves descend unmourned. As I reflected upon this, I decided amidst that golden shower that we don’t grieve for leaves because we know they will be replaced before too long. While the empty branches appear forlorn, we know they will have happy company in the Spring. We know that fresh leaves are on the not-too-distant horizon.
Lately, I’ve thought about my fears. One of those fears is that a golden moment will soon fade away and leave me empty. I’m scared, so I fiercely hold onto every memory I have. I hold onto those memories longer than I should - drawing out relationships, living in the past, and shying from the future. Why can’t I look at my memories the same way I looked at those falling leaves? While memories come and go, there are always new memories to be made, new adventures to be had. And just as every tree has seasons of bare branches, our lives will have wintry periods when we will be tempted to long for our autumn leaves. But if we can just wait for Spring. Then we will have a fresh set of memories that will keep us happy all day long.
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf quoted Albert Camus saying that, “in the depth of winter [we find] within [us] an invincible summer.” We need the abiding hope that everything will soon be okay. We need to trust in the natural cycles of our lives, and look towards the seasons to come instead of fruitlessly trying to pick up the leaves that have fallen. Of course we can sweep up those leaves into a pile and save them (or jump in them) through scrapbooking or blogging, but trying to glue the leaves back on the tree just doesn’t work.
I think I’m done glueing. I’m waiting for Spring.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Timing
This last week I've been reading a book. I could type out the title, but the truth is that it wouldn't matter, because the concept I've drawn out of it pervades all literature, movies, television shows, etc. In the story, there are two guys and a girl. The two guys are best friends. The girl is and always has been in love with guy A. Guy B is in love with the girl, while guy A still has something for a completely different girl. Well in this telling of the timeless triangle tale, guy B died, and that prompted some intense soul-searching on the part of guy A and the girl. All that time, guy B hadn't said anything out of loyalty to his friend, and because he knew the girl loved that friend. The girl had secretly loved both of them, and admits to guy A that if his friend had asked her, she would have married him. When I read this, a thought came into my mind like, "What the crap?!?"
Why does this happen all the time? I'd like to say my previous exclamation was out of surprise, but it was out of knowing disgust. I was forced to come to the realization that this plot was familiar because I had played it out in my own life, more than once, even (Obviously I am speaking in general terms, none of my friends have died). Right now I really like a girl. I'm horrible with this sort of thing, but I thought a few years ago that she might have been interested in me. I liked her a lot too, but there was somebody else I liked more at that time and I thought it would be unfair to her to persue anything. Now that the other girl has moved on, and I like this girl, it seems that she isn't interested. How much simpler would life be if we just had better timing? There would be so much less angst, so much less grief. Good grief. People would be happier; more people would be together. And perhaps authors, screenwriters, and playwrights could move on to bigger and better plotlines.
Why does this happen all the time? I'd like to say my previous exclamation was out of surprise, but it was out of knowing disgust. I was forced to come to the realization that this plot was familiar because I had played it out in my own life, more than once, even (Obviously I am speaking in general terms, none of my friends have died). Right now I really like a girl. I'm horrible with this sort of thing, but I thought a few years ago that she might have been interested in me. I liked her a lot too, but there was somebody else I liked more at that time and I thought it would be unfair to her to persue anything. Now that the other girl has moved on, and I like this girl, it seems that she isn't interested. How much simpler would life be if we just had better timing? There would be so much less angst, so much less grief. Good grief. People would be happier; more people would be together. And perhaps authors, screenwriters, and playwrights could move on to bigger and better plotlines.
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