A dark cloud has hung over the Lakers all season and for once, we're sure it's not smog. A day after Kobe Bryant was declared done for the season, so was Steve Nash. The sum of games played this season for the decommissioned duo was a sour 16: 6 for Bryant, 10 for Nash. Nash's body seemed to be decomposing daily, while between battling back from the torn left Achilles and the fractured left knee, the only the cobra the Black Mamba could be concerned about was the health insurance.
Los Angeles, 20 games below .500 and second from the bottom in the West, has been reduced to Loss Angeles, with the the worst and widest one in franchise history - 12 Years a Slave didn't have whippings that severe - coming courtesy of their intracity competitors last Thursday*. That disastrous defeat demonstrated that neither the meek, nor Jodie Meeks (despite scoring a career-high 42 points on Sunday), shall inherit the Earth. Mike D'Antoni's request to keep problems in-house has limitations when you share a stadium with a team that has more than double your total victories.
The team traded one Blake (Steve) only to be trounced by another (Griffin). Swaggy P was shortened to Saggy P, so difficult are w's to come by currently. L.A. is notorious for eating its Young and Nick will be no exception. Management has constantly and casually offer Pau Gasol like he's tapas. It's enough for supporters to scream, "Robert Sacrebleu!" Forget Phil Jackson - who by all reports has accepted a front office position with the Knicks - and running the triangle, those who love the Lakers just want this team to stop running in circles.
*Blake Griffin may be red-headed, but he's no step-child.
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