Thursday, January 27, 2011

I Hate Myself For Loving You

My relationship with the NBA began in Los Angeles in the early 1980s. The days of Magic, Kareem, Worthy, Riles, Chick, and the most entertaining pro basketball ever. Part and parcel of being a Lakers fan is having a deep and abiding hatred of the Boston Celtics. In those days, that meant D.J. (RIP), Ainge, McHale, Parish, and this guy:

As the years have passed, I have slowly come to realize that I didn't hate Bird (I hated the rest of them), I feared him. For good reason. Whatever shortcomings he has as a man and father, Larry Legend was one bad muther.

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