Michael Jordan. You see his influence everywhere. His number 23 jersey worn on the backs of those old and young alike are a testament to his greatness. He was the best in his day, and I would even say, to this day. Yes, I may be stating some strong words, but Michael Jordan was the greatest player in the NBA. Since Jordan's departure, I've had no desire to keep up with the professional level of basketball. That is until I met my husband Aaron. He is a teetering fan of the Lakers, a closet fan of the Jazz, and a hater of any team I go for. I enjoy competition (and arguing, as my husband will testify to) so I decided to watch the playoffs this year to cheer against his team, his so called Lakers. p.s. we have a Lakers plate on our truck that he won't take down just because everyone here hates them. Notice a trend? Anyway, I enjoyed watching the Oklahoma City Thunder, the Utah Jazz (even though D. Williams was an A hole to my husband), Boston Celtics, and those Lakers (booooo!) I remember when Kobe Bryant started in the pros, and I remember how cocky he was. I remember how I disliked his arrogance and attitude. That carried into how I cheered during the playoffs. I have to say though, I've come to respect them (Kobe and the Lakers), and now my dislike has transferred over to a certain self-proclaimed KING. Lebron James will be the reason I boo the Heat and cheer on the Lakers.
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