Last night was not the best night to be the basketball girlfriend…

First, my fellow Suns fan forgot to get his list together (of what not to ask/do during a game) as I expected he might, and I forgot my recorder. I kept saying to myself, “grab a pen, grab a pen!”, but alas I was too distracted by Frye’s ineffective first half manifestation, Dudley’s amazing defense on Bryant, lazy-crazy Stoudemire and Magic Dragic’s baby face. The posts will continue to be sparse until I get the material I need. Until then:

My basketball boyfriend (not my real boyfriend, just my “baller man”) and I discussed ways to get the team fired up from his living room in North Phoenix during halftime. The only thing that ever seems to work is a solid round of yelling and cheering into the TV and making fun of everything. We kept talking about whether or not Gasol smelled (yo, Gasoline!), Odom’s ridiculous Easter Island head wife and the drama with Stoudemire and his momma. Not that there is really time for drama in basketball…

Just ask Tom Cruise or Bruce Willis after they got the “Dudley Did Right” gesture. Their faces were stoic if only for show, just as they should be sitting down there with the rest of celebrities. I’ve noticed in Phoenix that Lakers fans are coming out of the wood work (jinxing everything by causing arguments) and I can’t help wonder if (note that) being a Lakers fan is the trendy thing to do . Coworkers I never once heard mention even the smallest thing about any basketball team or game are now suddenly Lakers fans, even in the midst of the political nonsense (which, ladies, has no place in basketball and is not worth discussing during the game, ever), and that’s really saying something considering only about four people here actually claim any kind of sports alliance (Bears, Cubs and Diamondbacks…that’s about it). It only adds to the frustration of this basketball girlfriend when trying to discuss highlights of the night’s game with women (I work with 90% females) who can only respond with, “…so did you get a good look at Jack Nicholson? Did you see Jessica Alba! Oh my gawwwd!” Spare me that stuff, please.

My basketball boyfriend, we’ll call him Erik (‘cause that’s his name), and I wrapped up the game by saying that Junkyard Dudley had an excellent game all things considered  with defense on Bryant and it’d be a pleasure to see him start in game 3 on Sunday. Especially since Erik and I will BE THERE (happy dance: doing the sprinkler, doing the robot, doing the Nashed Potatos)! The ball movement by the Lakers was beautiful, that’s undeniable, but the ugliness will begin to show when they get back on our floor.  GO SUNS!