This One For My Lakers

What a game!

It's vibrating in East Los Angeles.

It's the talk all around town.

Los Angeles is burning, man!

What a game!

Cars are being rolled over on the streets

In East Los Angeles

Oh, my Lakers, what a game!

Why is Los Angeles burning?

Lakers won!

"Did they?"

It was too loud and the entire city was locked in when I walked in to Dynasty Restaurant and Lounge in Inglewood, to watch the Lakers show some skills in the company of 1984 Olympic Heavyweight Gold Medalist Henry Tillman and my partner in crime Basil Nwonwu. Tillman with casts on his knees from surgery wants the Lakers to "kill em all mutchafuckers... and bring back the game to LA." I wasn't really paying attention to the game on many grounds. My blood pressure had gone up and it's Lakers fault. The headache pops up too and the city is burning, and it's Lakers fault. The two previous games had changed the mood of Lakers fans in Los Angeles, in Hollywood, in East Los Angeles, on the Westside and all over the place.

And the game is on.

Well, Lakers had been behind on a 12-point deficit by the time they checked in to the locker room at half-time. The pub had been quiet and Lakers seems to be "evening" the game at a terrible cost. But no, that was not going to happen. There was another kid in town to save us from our sorrows. His name is Trevor Ariza. He's the man. He got it straight. I still dunno.

What a game!

We've seen magic, the real magic.

And the game was tied by regulation time.

And there was another magic.

Who else?

None other than my man

Derek Fisher

An amazing shot

Overtime

A victory

99-91

It's all over

Is it?

[Photo courtesy of Wali Skalij/Los Angeles Times]