Loving the La La La Lakers

You know you're not in L.A. when the whole neighborhood doesn't erupt in yells and cheers when the Lakers kick the 'wolves ass. I try and do my part and make a big ruckus and that gets Alyosha barking her best ferocious pit-bull bark. I make sure the windows are wide open.

You also know your not in L.A. when the lame $6.75 an hour check-out geek at the grocery store says in disgust, "Really, the Lakers?" So I told him the Kings t-shirts were 75% off at Big 5 and laughed and laughed and laughed.



let's go Lake Show, let's go