What is going on here?

I have had some time to deal with the fact that on Sunday night, my Sacramento Kings lost to the Lakers in game seven of the playoffs. It was a sad, sad end to the exciting series but worth the extra time I got to spend with Grant. But I was so sure that it was in the bag! My Kings were going to win.

Which brings me to my next point...my Kings? What is that about? To be honest, I am not really a fan of the Sacramento area as a whole and yet, I love the Sacramento Kings. Strange. This newly discovered love has been doing some weird things to me and created a person that I have never met before. The only time I have ever been interested in basketball was in 5th and 6th grade when I played forward and scored a whopping zero points total both years I played. Now, it is my favorite sport.

I find myself saying strange things like: "Webber seems a little off his game today," or "Geez! Divac's in foul trouble again!" or joining in while a crowd chants, "Bibby Baby! Bibby Baby! Bibby Baby!" Why am I doing this? Furthermore, I seem to suffer from the disease that makes one think that the people inside the TV can hear you if you shout directions at them loud enough. I don't get it.

Similarly, I now hate the Lakers! I have never cared about the Lakers in my life, but now the thought of Shaq making all those free-throws despite his reputation makes me cringe. And I dont think I can ever enjoy the sweet, sweet goodness of Nutella hazelnut spread ever again because, well, see for yourself!

I am at a loss. Why I now love the game of basketball, refer to the Kings as "my" team, know all the players by name and shout orders at a screen that can't talk back is beyond me. Perhaps I feel the need to belong to something. Perhaps it is a strange phenomenon that occurs when you live in a city with its own sports team for too long. Perhaps it is none of these. Who knows the answer. Well, until I find it...GO NETS!!