Sunday, J.R., Sam, and I went to the Storm season opener against the dreaded L.A. Sparks. Now, when she wore the orange, I loved me some Candace Parker. I truly did. Now, I get to dislike her intensely as a member of one of the few teams in the WNBA that I just cannot stand. I thought it might get better with the retirement of Lisa Leslie, but no. Perhaps it's the continued presence of D-Nasty. Perhaps it's just the ingrained "Beat L.A." mentality that I also heard much of in Boston. Maybe I just don't like purple and gold as a combo. I can't really say.
But I can say, we had a great time at the game. It was tight pretty much until the last few minutes of the fourth quarter, when the Storm were finally able to pull away and secure the win. I'd forgotten how much energy goes into attending a Storm game -- the standing up, the cheering, the clapping, all the criticizing of the bad officiating. It's rough. And I have to admit, I wasn't in shape for the start of the season as a STH. But I'm getting there. And I can't wait for the next game.