Oh, boy…
I have got my “healing” (yep, the Marving Gaye’s styled kind of).
I have snowboarded like crazy to download the shitty feeling about it.
I have tried to rationalize.
Kobe: the only one who tried again.
I probably did rationalized it… but still I ma so pissed off it’s unreal.
I am playing on the iPod during the snowboarding traits all songs out from heavy trancey records and lots of Queens Of The Stone Age. It works generally.
But no way.
Lakers blowout against the evil Thuggets, the game where all of my worst nightmares just got vivified, has left me so bitter I can’t cope still with ANY of it.
Evil Chauncey.
I predicted you as my nemesis… but you didn’t have to fulfill that, *sigh*!!!
Look at the way they buried us (Adam, after the first quarter you did stop to applaude, ain’t it honey? Who was your guest at your side, that you kept talking with all along?):
How it hurts…
I expressed my view in the Lakers Blog and finally again also in chat about this game. What makes me worry is not our current play, which is a matter of shape; it’s that we lost home advantage to Denver, which scares me way more than the Cavemen lead by inflated LeBronze.
But I have such a bitter, bitter taste in my mouth.
Tonight we play again against the punks by definition, the Portland Trail Blazers.
Divine Adam smiling at the game. I guess this was the first half, right?
At their home.
Oh, my… itchy.
I just have two good things to enlighten about the game past: the way the immense Kobe proved once again is not human, but is a sort of alien hero, a super entity, somebody totally out of reach (playing the way he did when all of other players IN THE WORLD would have been out for injuries multiplied? It’s not human. Really. It’s NOT); and then the Divine Sightseeing, once again.
And there it ENDS.
Nothing more to remember out of this game if not the burning humiliation.
*sigh*…
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