Monday April 25th, 2011

UWTL yet again, not ideal for a Monday night. I blame my dogged loyalty to LA sports teams for this one. That and general laziness, falling asleep on the couch, procrastination, etc. Spent a nice chunk of my evening watching the KINGS toy with me for 3 plus periods before eventually losing in overtime for the 3rd time in this series as well as losing their 3rd home game in the series and going quietly into the night for the 2010-2011 season.

It's a very depressing and interesting time for LA Sports now that Hockey in SoCal is kaput for the season (thank you DUCKS and KINGS), the DODGERS are just barely regaining their early season pulse, Hallelujah for Bud Selig (never thought I'd say that!). Meanwhile our beloved LAKERS are going through the 1st round playoff motions and opening themselves up to fatigue and injuries in what will be their most difficult title run this century (gonna be tough to win with the ghost of Pau Gasol at the 4 spot).

In my younger days (that's right, at 25 I'm old now), I'd live and die with the successes and failures of my teams (which besides for the Lakers, have tended to weigh heavily in the latter category). But as time's gone on and other life concerns/ issues have taken precedence, wins and losses are becoming more trivial by the day. A befuddling Kobe Bryant kamikaze mission just doesn't hold the same weight it used to (although I'd still hope we don't see one of those this time around).

You know you're a little jaded/ your perspective has changed when the most exciting thing to happen in sports this week is the plug being pulled on the up, down and recently beaten to the ground Frank McCourt era over at Chavez Ravine. Maybe LA won't win a thing on the field, ice or court this year, but at least our city's worst owner in decades (that's right, he's made Donald Sterling look like a beacon of all that's good in the world) has been cast out once and for all (I hope).

I'm sure I could continue this ranting and raving til the sun comes up, but I think I'll opt to hit the sack instead. Goodnight (or Good Morning to you early east coast risers).