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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Basketball Schmasketball @ 3:23 PM

my dream team *sob* where did ya'll go?!?!?????

NBA Playoffs are starting and it's one of the most exciting times of the year for me.

Except not anymore.

See, there was a time when this time of year would come around and you'd see me glued to the television at 7 PM. No one could bother me, no one better touch the remote and keep all chatter to a minimum. I was ready to see my Pistons kick ass.

That's right, the Pistons. *sigh* My babies. They were in the playoffs every year and I was right there with them, cheering when they scored, jeering at the refs, cursing out damn Lebron. Oh, my friends knew never to bother me once playoff season came along.

And then Ben Wallace decided to leave (and where are you now Big Ben? HUH? You leave your brothers and now you're no one, NO I'M NOT BITTER!). And my team slowly fell apart. I continued watching for another 2 seasons but it never got any better.

And now I'm lost. I have no team to cheer for. The thing is, when you're such an avid follower of a team, you cry with them, you laugh with them, you almost feel a part of their team. And when you lose that team, well, what do you do? I'm not the kind of person that can just randomly pick a team to cheer on. There's got to be a reason behind it, a background. Passion for a team doesn't just come out of nowhere, it has to be earned. I have to want the individual players to succeed just as much as the collective team. My passion for the Pistons came from watching the games with my ex. We'd watch every game together, comment on them and they slowly grew on me. To the point where, even after we were no longer together, the Pistons remained a huge part of my life.

So what to do now? I miss that feeling of team camaraderie. Of watching a game and being invested in the outcome. Of wanting success from each player.

I guess it's time to go team shopping? It's such a weird concept to me, watching different teams to try to find one to root for.

I think maybe I'll watch a few of the Miami Heat games. I've always liked and respected Dwayne Wade, as a player on and off the court. We'll see how it goes.

(Don't even mention Lebron to me. There's a love/hate relationship there.)

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