Los Lakers or "Don't airline pilots know we have TiVo?"

I'll admit it, I'm swept up in Lakers fever. It's happened to me before. 2001, before the flood of annoying habits, sniping and egos. This young team is likable, and as a married father of one, I find myself more time at home in front of the game in years past, when I might have been more likely to watch it at a bar. I've also got my beautiful 50-inch DLP Samsung HDTV, thank you Jose!

And thank you Sasha Vujacic, beautiful shot. I'm less than enthused about the game tonight, as I watch the second half on TiVo after spending the day up with YouTube in San Bruno and catching the first half at SFO.

Over the course I've my career I've often found myself traveling during major sporting events. A Super Bowl in the late nineties, the one Tampa Bay won I think, returning from a conference in Florida. Listening through fleeting radio reception as the Yankees squander a series lead and the goodwill of a bruised nation losing to Randy Johnson and the Arizona Diamondbacks in 2001. Mariano Rivera giving up a bloop single (I later found out) to Luis Gonzalez, Schilling pitching a gem, Johnson getting the win in relief.

I relive these moments now through jaded eyes. Were I to find out over the P.A. that the Lakers won the NBA Finals I'd be pissed, as the captain should know I would have TiVo'd that, or more accurately DirecTV DVR'd it. Granted, this was only game three, Los Lakers down 2-0, but when he came on and said smugly, "for all you Lakers fans good news, they're up by seven," I couldn't help but be annoyed. He didn't say whether they won or not, but it was late enough that it took some suspense out of the game.

I find myself equally annoyed by prequels... I'll expand on that next post.