NBA Playoffs started last weekend. The first round of seven-game series is halfway through. The Lakers are 2-1 against the Oklahoma City Thunder, the former Sonics (They aren't bad, they aren't good, they are just OK! Hahaha. I found it rather humorous.) Kobe Bryant is playing with a broken finger on his shooting hand and his foot is bothering him, yet he still wins games. Pao Gasol is monstorous. Derek Fisher chokes until the last minute. Adam Morrison, former GU Bulldogs star, sits on the bench, apparently because of his mustache. I think this basketball stuff is rubbing off on me.
I never really watched basketball before. My parents watch GU religiously, but other then March Madness, basketball wasn't big in my house. The NBA became important a year ago. My boyfriend loves the Lakers. He lives and breathes basketball, and knows way too many stats. But he loves it, therefore I must learn to love it. The things we do for the men in our lives!
Tuesday night is Glee night. One of my favorite shows. But through the entire Madonna-tribute episode, all I thought of was whether the Lakers were winning. I even forced my friends to watch the last five minutes. I talked about the players, acted like I knew what I was talking about. I accidentally kicked the remote across the room when they won at the last few seconds. A friend asked me how long I had been a fan. Well, I can tell you the exact day I became a fan. The day I started dating a Lakers fan. It's so strange how we adopt new likes, new dislikes just to be able to connect with our significant other. Do I feel guilty for cheering for the Lakers? Not a bit. They are playing this Monday and I plan on watching, cheering for both my team and my man.
GO Lakers!!
ReplyDeleteHahaha, lucky for me, my boyfriend isn't into sports :) The ones he does kind of like, we both like, though. It is pretty cool to share a favorite show or sport with someone and connect with them through it.
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