Tonight I went to fill my car up with gas, an exercise that was less painful than it might have been because of the following conversation at the pump. The scene is me standing at the pump wearing my San Antonio Spurs 2003 NBA Champions t-shirt. Next to me is a guy who could most accurately be described as doing his best to look like a thug, when in fact, he was probably all of 17 years old. He had a pencil-thin line of hair on his face down to his goatee, baggy pants, a fake diamond earring, and an enormous, bright yellow L.A. Lakers jersey on. This is the conversation we had:

Lakers guy: "Oooh, a Spurs fan. I bet you're not very happy this year."

Me: "No, we're not very happy this year. But I tell you what, at least we didn't get beat by y'all. I'm sorry to say it, but we hate the Lakers."

Lakers guy: "It's cool. Really, since we were out, I wish y'all had won and not the Heat."

Me: "I know it. The only thing worse than getting eliminated was getting beat by Dallas, just because they're owned by Mark Cuban."

Lakers guy: "Word."