One group of people that I have no respect for is: frontrunners. Can't stand 'em. I've lived in Southern California my entire life, minus half of my second grade year spent in rainy Salem, Oregon, when my dad took a job with Bell Potato Chips, and have been a dedicated fan of the Big 3 LA teams: Dodgers, Lakers and SC football all of those years. Loyal. Always rooting for them. Loving the glory days of Lasorda's Dodgers, Riley and Phil's Lakers, and Robinson and Carrol's Trojans. But also enduring and rooting for my teams (even harder it seemed) during the down times: the last twenty years of Dodger playoff dudness, the Randy Pfund-Del Harris-Magic Johnson-Rudy Tomjanovich & Frank Hamblin coached Laker squads, and the Ted Tollner-Larry Smith-Robinson part two-Paul Hackett led Trojan teams. Down years are part of being a fan. Like life, you gotta ride out the lows to thoroughly enjoy the highs.
