So I live in Rochester NY.  basketball no mans land basically, because there isn't really an nba team that lays claim to western ny.  yeah the knicks are in our state (why i became a fan) but toronto (168 miles) and cleveland (250 miles) are both closer.  but 12 year old me didn't know that.  (yeah i was a bulls fan befoer then, who didn't love jordan {do i have enough parentheses so far?})

well i was out at the bar when the celtics finished off the cavs.  and there was a cavs "fan" going nuts.  he was a skinny whtie kid that talked like he was black, rocking a lebron jersey and my favorite part a milwaukee brewers hat.  dude is going absolutely nuts for the cavs, to which i roll my eyes and make condescending comments to my buddy.

well after the game i'm walking to the bathroom and he locks eyes with me and starts shaking his head.  shit.  he says"i don't know what to do man."  fuck.  i wanted to say "no big deal bro, the lakers bandwagon is pretty popular too." but didn't.  instead i say "well as a knicks fan i'm happy" still high from the boston crowd chanting "new york knicks" what does he fire back with "dude, i've been thinking about becoming a knicks fan!"  nnnnnnooooooooooooooo! he then proceeded to follow me into the bathroom and tells me about all the cavs games he's been to this year.  dude, not wile my dicks out.  needless to say i wasn't gonna sit through this, I went outside and peed behind the bar. 

if that cat is a package deal with lebron, chicago you can have him. 

our day will come, but their will be a price.