so what if i'm a lakers fan?

i grew up with a steady diet of basketball. my mom was an all time jaworski fan and she made sure none of us at home forgot that fact. the first time i actually stood up against her about anything was when i put my foot down that i was going to be a patrimonio/purefoods fan even if she threatened to cut off ALL purefoods products, hotdogs and corned beef included.

over the years, the love for the game grew. i learned the teams in the nba, which team was west, and which one was east. i made little bets in east vs. west all-star games. i fell in love with sir charles and had his picture in my algebra book for inspiration. i can identify players by their shoes. i had the baseball caps and the merchandise.

but then sir charles retired and pba got boring and i got into a dorm with no cable and one television for 500 residents.

recently, however, i've been rekindling my ties with the game. my brother's happy he has someone to watch the game with again. the pilot's happy that i actually appreciate basketball, period.

then it happened. i became a lakers fan.

and yesterday, i made a statement which sent my brother laughing -- the lakers will make it all the way to the finals. i was so confident that i bet him they would, and he agreed. then i texted the pilot telling him about the bet i made. he was so shocked at my audacity to bet for them that not only did he send SMS about my alleged stupidity for siding with the lakers, he also called just to laugh in my ear, and bet that the lakers would lose second round.

ha. my dear laker boys will make.

promise.

i think.

help.

pray for them?