you know

it kind of sucks being the only lakers fan within a thousand mile radius. at least it feels like it.

if i were back home, i would be screaming and yelling at the tv with my dad and several other family members. game (and fight) nights turn into full-blown parties for my family. by the end of the night, voices become hoarse and tons of rice, fish, and chicken are eaten.

here in maryland, i’m screaming and yelling in hushed tones at a huge HD tv by myself with a bag of flat earth peach mango crisps.

it’s really kind of sad.

(i wish i had scanned that picture of little ten-year-old me in a lakers jersey, i would have totally uploaded it here)