The great debate is semi-raging.
But is it better described as a lopsided, are-you-serious contention?
I am the most-hated journalist in San Antonio sports history, and I'm just getting started.
I clearly point out the truth of the matter as a conscientious journalist who is schooled to exercise his freedom of speech—a principle that all Americans live by.
Hoo, boy. Conscientious is a big word for some of these people.
While it is painstaking, allow me to word 'em up.
Make no mistake: Laker Nation is global; Spurs nation is local.
The Los Angeles Lakers have existed since the 1940s. The Spurs have eked out an existence.
Fans of Los Angeles Lakers are able to discourse on George Mikan, Elgin Baylor, Jerry West (the NBA’s logo), Gail Goodrich, Wilt Chamberneezie (Chamberlain) …
Kareem Abdul Jabbar, Norm Nixon, Michael Cooper, Ervin “Magic” Johnson, James “Big Game” Worthy, Kurt “Rambo” Rambis, Kobe “Black Mamba” Bryant, Pau Gasol …
Derek “D-Fish” Fisher (head of the NBA Player’s Association), Lamar Odom-Kardashian, Shannon “Balloon Hops” Brown …
Byron Scott, Pat Riley, Bill Sharman, Phil Jackson and the beautiful Jeanie Buss …
Actors and actresses Sylvester “Sly” Stallone, Diane Cannon, Denzel Washington …
Wee, doggy ...
The hating-on-the-Lake Spurs fans can tell you about Eva Longoria and Pretty Tony.
Most Spurs fans will not claim head coach Stan Albeck, or mediocre players Dave Corzine, or Reggie Johnson or is it that these men do not claim some of these Spurs fans?
Haters refuse to mention that my first few articles on Bleacher Report were immediately scooped up by CBS Sports and others.
No disrespect to Spurs nation. Some of your citizens, if I may be so obliged to call them that, must have been spurred in the head as babies.
And I keep a smile as beautiful and as wide as the San Antonio Creek.
Hating on me because I'm the beautiful (inside and out and in print) Laker cat is unproductive.
Here's a thought from the deep mind of Great Lake …
Who is listed at 6-2, fast as all get out, and married to a woman that every red-blooded American man would quickly buy a Cracker Jack ring for?
Let me pick the candy coated popcorn from my teeth.
Now, if you thought I was talking about Pretty Tony Parker, then keep reading.
I wrote that Tony Parker had aspirations to go to either U.S. coast in order to become a valid actor, and half of San Antonio tried to ride me down.
If your aspirations as a rider are to be an Internet thug, then I advise you to do it on the streets. We all want to see the cops lock you down.
Some of these petrifies Purrs fans, I tell ya.
Writing is an art, and I may be the best to ever do it before it is all said and done.
This has been an installment to the Reasoning on the River Walk series. Come right back desperate housewives. The possibilities are endless.