The Lakers got smoked last night. Fortunately for me, I was at a fabulous dinner party with friends from Melisa's office. We had some awesome cuisine and some great conversation. It is so neat that when we go to her office parties, that it is the same as hanging out with real friends who care. Jason and Darren...you and your families rock!

Anyway, back to the Lakers, I didn't even check in on my phone to see what the score was. I knew they were going down. I was shocked, however, that they got beaten by such a massive margin. They just didn't want it as badly as the Celtics.

This year was a transition for me. I kind of became a Lakers fan, which is really weird. Growing up in Chicagoland meant that I was a Bulls fan for so long and hated the Lakers. But it has been almost eight years since I lived in Valpo, and life goes on and good changes come. But it is still weird to live in California.

One thing I vow to never do is give up my love for the Michigan Wolverines. I hope that passion for Michigan football never dies.

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