Chauncy's Sunday Screed 6/7/09

One element that made me famous back in the day was my famed Tuesday Tirade. While that has long gone into retirement I thought I'd ramp up a similar piece called the Sunday Screed. This episode documents a hardcore idiot fan and a trip to the finals.

Journey begins on June 1st - 2pm. Season ticket holder presale. Hope is diminished in 1.5 seconds as I quickly come to the realization there are no tix for sale at all. Props to the mutilator for hooking that up. The idea was to have a repeat destructo fest of Game 5 v Denver, but it was clear that wasn't going to happen.

I tried desperately to score a set of 4 elsewhere, but it was not in the cards. They were running $350+ each and that was far out of range for these. I dropped down to 2 and was able to get a pair through an Ebay auction. I didn't want to think about the face vs the actual that was paid.. but at that point almost didn't care. I was now going to be in the house. Now I had to physically prep myself.

Prepping to go to a game is more than taking a shower and putting some clothes on.. its a ritual... a destiny if you will. Long before I even knew I was going I was growing the full beard in prep for the H bar stache... I used to grow a goat for good luck in my final exams. So I grew the H bar for good luck in the playoffs. Growth started on May 28th @ 11pm ( last time i shaved).

Notice the careful carving of the madness.. every hair in line.. no detail missed. 11:30am 6/7 ...intensity is building.. kids screaming.. wife sleeping...once that part is done.. time to pay homage to the legend....

Was actually going to wear this jersey but thought better of it. Can't exactly replace that anymore and whatever shirt I wore was destined for greatness and about 5 oz of spillage.

12:45pm - anticipating destruction I did what any responsbile person would do...take the metro. Not exactly the fastest way to fly and not really even the safest, but it's the only one that would ensure J Kent's magical lights wouldn't be fallin upon the H Accord.

1:30pm - Arrive at Red Line Station...Call up Mattie B to solidify our meet up as he jumps on the 210 Freeway..

2:47pm - The fresh aroma of Staples.. the place is already crawling with people. First objective is to find an MOD (method of destruction). The Zone has a 100 person line on the outside..hate that place.. sick of the east coast.. so I make my way over to Y House.. Not detectable in this picture, but if you look closely under the L of lakers theres a pic of Sasha highlighted by the white arrow i placed on the pic...wow.

3:01pm - Not really sure what to say about this pic. Cool, fresh, krisp. 16 oz of high society. So refreshing I can't really liken it to anything else except maybe the 9 that followed it.

4:45pm - On the outside Terrace.. Mattie B and SRT with full gear and staches ready to battle. Wouldnt be an epic terrace experience without the full bodied smell of some G13 ish.

Unfortunately I have no pics of the game for fear I would break or lose my camera. Brought my phone out to send a txt and it broke in half.. Not sure what happened there. Forget what idiot Hartman says it was a great game. Orl had a chance to take the game at the end of regulation but it just wasn't meant to be. Lakers pull off the victory 101-96 making our combo 1-1 all time in the finals. A loss on this day would have signaled an end to these trips for sure.

8:01pm - Tired from the day we remain in staples to savor the victory.

SRT declares victory and Mattie b rests and contemplates Kobe's assist to turnover ratio.. Probably a thought or two wonderin how many fouls Bynum picked up as a result of Kobe's suicide defense.

really wish i took a pic of the bacon and eggs at pantry.. dasfjslfdfjf