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Andrew D. Bernstein / Getty Images

I was driving home from the arena the other day and was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Normally when that happens, I turn on the radio and try to forget that it’s going to take me nearly an hour to get home while people in the carpool lane next to me are zooming on by. So there I was, listening to music and minding my own business, when I heard a honk from the direction of the HOV lane. I looked over and there was a van next to me.

The driver had slowed down enough so they were going the same speed I was and he was holding up all the people behind me. But he didn’t seem to care. When I had looked at him, he rolled down his passenger side window and was motioning with his hand to roll down mine. I thought maybe there was something going on with my car and he was trying to save me from imminent death. So I rolled down the window.

As soon as I got it rolled down all the way, he yelled at the top of his lungs, “LAKERS ARE NUMBER ONE! GO LAKERS!” Then he laughed maniacally and sped off. He had obviously seen the Go Suns sticker on the back of my car and decided it was more important to profess the superiority of his team than to keep driving at a safe speed.

It was then that I realized training camp is just around the corner and the regular season is only a little over a month away. If people are already stopping me in the streets to talk about their team, I can’t wait until the real fun begins.


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