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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Lake Show, Baby! Lake Show

Well... It's Simple. I grew up on the West Coast. I live on the East Coast and there is a stupid time change that separates me from my sports teams.

I can handle not watching the Lakers dominate Sacto on a regular basis (Editor's Note: see below for reason why Sacto sucks) during the regular season but i would not be a loyal fan if didn't watch every minute of every game in the playoffs.


PLAYOFFS (CLICK HERE)



So what is the impact of the PLAYOFFS and this time change paradox, you ask?


  • I will be wearring my Mamba MVP Tupac-esque t-shirt very frequently with minimal if any washes in between.


  • There will be frequent "LAKE SHOW, BABY! LAKE SHOW" chants before, during and after each and every game (regardless of time and place).

  • Depending on the Lakers Performance various drinks/shots and/or acts will have to be consumed/performed... I am a firm believer in rituals/habits/superstitions/voodoo:


  • Prior to each and every game, one michelob light will have to be consumed.

  • If Kobe does his big balls dance at any point (see picture from the movie Major League), I will have to replicate the dance immediately

  • If DJ Mbenga (Click Link on Name) plays and scores i will have to do wall-sits for 5 minutes

  • I will go to bed at 1 am and wake up extremely tired the next day, thus prompting the boss to root against the Lakers

Regardless, this is a big post-season for the Lakers. They lost last year to boston and now its their time to shine with Andrew Bynum back. Personally, This is also the time where home is brought to the East coast and I can enjoy the same excitement as anyone in SoCal.

Below:

Every other year, starting senior year of high school, a select few of die-hard Laker Fans would take a voyage up to Sacto for the Lakers v Kings game, stay in a Motel 6, bring cow bells and be rowdy to no end. During these trips, beers were thrown on Glush and landed on me, a cowboy threatened to kick our ass, and horses looked like cows. Here are a couple pictures for those trips: