my boys in blue.

Spring has arrived

and Summer is just around the corner.

the nights are getting warmer.

and more and more of my time is being consumed by reading blogs, the newspaper and watching television. 

and ive fallen in love again with nine men in blue uniforms. 

yup.

its that time of year again. 

its time for Dodger baseball. 

Im not gonna lie.

On opening day I was less then estatic. 

I wasnt jumping for joy at the sound of cracking bat, the urge to sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame or lusting after Andre Ethier.

Ive been a little disappointed in myself. But its been a rough off season for the Dodgers. We had a not so stellar year last season and my hate for Dodger owner, Frank McCourt has overshadowed my Dodger love. And sometimes I feel like I keep going back to that abusive boyfriend. Who I give so much love and attention to, they give me so much hope but in the end I walk away beat up and another broken heart. 

But this week I was finally able and ready to get myself to my first game of the season. 

And it sure did feel good. 

I was decked out in my Dodger gear cheering alongside my equally Dodger crazed best friend Rudy.

 We were wearing blue and cheering loud.
 I think I was still most excited to eat my number #1 favorite food.
Dodger Dogs.

And the only thing that tasted better then my hot dog...
A Dodger victory. 
I am back in full fledged THINK BLUE status.
And I will not be bad luck this year.
knocking on wood now.

Told-YA

For being a strong believer in getting jinxed and knocking on wood

(i have my wood keychain to prove it)

I cant believe I let this happen to me...

Remember my basketball woes, where I claimed I have basketball identity disorder. 

I ended my post with this...

Alas, im still a little conflicted.

Ive embraced my inner LA Lakers girl.

But I will always have special place in my heart for the Jazz.

And ill just be screwed when they play each other.

I said this thinking it was no big deal

I hardly watch basketball.

I wont have to worry about this predicament very often.

And thats when I should have knocked on wood. 

Not only have I had to watch Jazz v. Lakers games this week,

Ive been in attendance. 

Not just one. 

Two.

In the span of FIVE days. 

I went to Utah over the weekend and my bestest friend Annie invited me to the game Friday night. 

My heart dropped when I realized the Jazz were playing the Lakers. 

Our seats were great and it was really fun to be there with Annabelle. 

side note--definitely a highlight of the game was being able to meet up with my sister Kelly at the game during halftime. 

Apparently we have this thing of meeting up at sporting events. 

But Im SO glad I was able to see her, since I was nervous that it might not happen again on my trip to Utah

. The game was so fun, however, I may have cheered for the Jazz a bit more for the Lakers.

Then on Monday night I come home to find out we have been given Lakers tickets for the next nights game.

Super excited to see ROW NINE on those tickets

Super bummed to see v. JAZZ.

Really? Really??

Just my luck. 

I went on a daddy-daughter date. 

 I wore my Lakers shirt, cheered loud, raised my arms in triumph over Shannon Brown's dunks and Ron Artest's threes.

 But without realizing it, would get excited over Gordon Hayward's (G-Hay) massive hops.

The game came to a shocking close as Kobe couldnt get off the final shot and the Lakers lost.

I was jinxed into having to choose between the two,

I am less conflicted,

 I was much more disappointed with a Lakers loss then the Jazz loss.

And I enjoy much more cheering for the Lakers.

And enjoy seeing celebrities...include Khloe K, Amy Adams, George Lopez, Ray-J, Monica, and my personal fave, David Beckham.

More on my trip to Utah to come soon...

basketball identity disorder.

I have realized lately that I have an identity disorder when it comes to basketball. 

I just don't know who I want to cheer for

who is going to be my team. 

Los Angeles Lakers

or 

Utah Jazz.

Growing up in LA and especially having Matt as a brother, its hard to imagine not just automatically being a Lakers fan. 

But I grew up watching the Jazz! 

I cheered for Stockton and Malone and loved Hornacek wiping his face. 

I have a John Stockton autograph after cheering him on at a Clippers/ Jazz game. 

I lived in Utah for BYU and continued to be a LA girl, yet a Jazz fan. 

But felt guilty for not loving Kobe. 

I cheered against them. And participated in activities like this:

Tearing down my So Cal friends Laker flags and replacing them with support for the Jazz. 

I went to my first Jazz game at the Energy Solutions Arena. 

I cheered for the Jazz, and against the Lakers alongside native Utahans last year in the playoffs. 

And then, the Lakers eliminated the Jazz. 

On nights that I was bored I would go over to my friends house (the same boys who I pulled down their Lakers flag the previous year) and would watch the playoffs. 

And in the process I jumped ships. 

Decided to cheer for the Lakers. 

Fell in love with Kobe. 

Although I felt guilty because of my Jazz roots, I participated in activities like this:

Championship parade in Downtown.

On Tuesday, for the first time in about 5 years, I went to a Lakers game.

Sporting an LA shirt and cheering on Kobe and the boys through triple overtime! 

It was the most intense game I have ever watched. Experiencing so many different emotions in those last 15 minutes of playing time. 

Alas, im still a little conflicted.

Ive embraced my inner LA Lakers girl.

But I will always have special place in my heart for the Jazz.

And ill just be screwed when they play each other.