We were doing our thing the other night…watching the Lakers and Nuggets, and Kobe was doing his thing… hitting every shot, when Jeff Van Gundy (aka “Ankles”) says, “Kobe Bryant is the best Laker ever!” Realizing the weight of his words he quickly threw in a “maybe.” As though a simple “maybe” could make the world right again… what a cop-out.
Anyway, this blasphemous comment had Brad and I bantering like Cornusker and Willybuns style (btw, can a get an Amen for the Cornhusker leaving Monday Night Football? But blaming it on a fear of flying? Who does he think he is, Madden? I mean how many of these guys are afraid of flying? What a bunch of wusses…) Anyway, as we were bantering about whether or not Wilt Chamberlain was with the Lakers long enough to be considered in the conversation, all the sudden I felt like we were on PTI, with the 30 seconds ticking away…and next on the list we’d be arguing whether it was an awesome game winning steal or a horrible bad pass …. In that moment I realized our sports banter has taken over our dinner table conversations, our sofa conversations, our bedroom conversations (yikes, not a good sign…), our phone conversations, our car-ride conversations, our instant messaging conversations, our texting conversations, the list goes on.
We needed a new outlet, I decided… a sports haven if you will, a sanctuary in whose sacred walls we could rant about the latest clutch plays (can I get a witness, Lebron?), gloat about our teams’ victories (round 1 goes to me as the M‘s take 2 of 3 over the Gnats), and bicker over sports’ current events.