Who Cares Who's On First? =)

So, I guess there's some sort of basketball thing going on right now that people care about.  I used to care about basketball.  The Lakers, in fact - but they blew a playoff game and I cried with Fish and got over it.  Completely over it.  No more crazy Laker fan or whatever the heck it is that possesses citizens who appear to be normal and transforms them into opposing-team-fan-beating, beer throwing, foaming-at-the-mouth, shirt-ripping, face-painting fanatics.  I was SO in love with the Lakers, namely Derek Fisher, and I loved to watch all the games.  So much so, that I actually sneaked around to watch the games, though it was pretty much allowed at my local parish at the time.  (Games on TV, okay.  Anything else on TV, not okay.  Whatever.  Not going there today.)  So, there's this Final series of some sorts that has a few people worked up.  What I know about it is the Heat is in it and Lakers fans couldn't be more put out over it.  Really?  People really let these things ruin their days?  Starving children, disease, genocide, natural disasters, and the like plague our planet and people really have time to not only watch these spectacles but to waste inordinate amounts of time fretting over them?  You know, I may not agree with everything I was taught as a child, but I definitely see the upside to ignoring the sporting world as a whole.  Honestly, my days are unaffected by sports, and the only time I get a little bit into them is during the Olympics, when I'm just a plain, ol', proud American.  There are so many joys to marvel at and real sorrows over which to weep, therefore I choose not to let the sporting "gods" dictate to me at any level what my life experience may be.  If you're in such dire need of a distraction, visit your local soup kitchen and donate some time.  Sorry, I can't sympathize with the sports-lovers of the world.  Common sense disallows me from doing such.  Play ball! haha..