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I was right, and Drew got me onboarded in a matter of days. I knew the Lakers had a busy offseason coming up, and I knew Drew was going to need help. The next time I emailed Drew was when Harrison Faigen left SSR to write for Lakers Nation (traitor) and Anthony Irwin followed him out the door. That alone was enough to keep me going, which, in hindsight, was good because I didn’t hear from him again for a year. To my surprise, Drew replied to me and said that he was familiar with my work. One of the people I emailed was Drew Garrison, the editor-in-chief of Silver Screen and Roll at the time. And by “applying,” I mean emailing people begging to let me write for their site for free. Doing it for a living wasn’t even a thought of mine at the time I just wanted to talk about the Lakers. I didn’t miss a single game, even when I probably should have skipped out on a few.īut watching wasn’t enough to feed my obsession: I needed to read about it, tweet about it and, if I could, write and podcast about it. Prior to the 2021-22 season, the 2012-13 campaign was arguably the worst season in Lakers history (at least in relation to the team’s expectations) but for me, it was my first season as an engaged fan and I found every second intoxicating. That was until the Lakers traded for him in the summer of 2012.Īnd that’s the story of how I became obsessed with the Lakers. The problem with being a Nash fan in Los Angeles, though, was that Suns games weren’t as accessible as they are now, so outside of nationally televised games, I was only able to watch YouTube highlights of Nash. That player was Steve Nash, and he quickly became my favorite player. Then one day, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I saw a video of a feathery-haired basketball player juggling a ball at half court. Not only did I play on the weekends, but I spent hours a day on YouTube watching highlight videos of the best players in the world: Ronaldinho, Kaká, Zidane, Beckham, Ronaldo, Messi - it would be a while until I thought about basketball again. I was adamantly against it at first because I knew less about soccer than I did basketball, but eventually it became my life. On the final day of my youth basketball season, a teammate’s parent of mine graciously came up to my mom and told her that I should try out soccer. Sure, I knew who Kobe Bryant was and I casually watched when they were in the playoffs like everyone around me seemingly did, but basketball wasn’t really my thing: I played for two years, wasn’t very good and, as a result of my lack of patience, lost interest.