Sacramento Strip Clubs: The LA Lakers as a unifying principle
We have the best coach and the best player and quite possibly the best owner ever. Our cheerleaders can beat up your cheerleaders. It’d be like Ali vs. Quarry — so much blood you’d want to cover your eyes.
It shouldn’t work, this unlikely love affair. The Lakers play in our version of Versailles, a playground for the rich and ridiculous, housed next to that ginormous piece of costume jewelry, LA Live — where for a few hundred bucks you can always get a cheeseburger and a beer.
LA Live is as charmless a piece of real estate as you’ll ever find west of Dubai. It is so over the top, even God can’t see it.
Then there’s Staples itself. I’m telling you, that last game Thursday was the scene of scenes. Not since my white-trash prom have I seen this many bras so intentionally undersized. Like clown cars, these things. Honestly, the only thing Staples lacked Thursday night was stripper poles.