Plentiful aspects of the American cultures are boggle-worthy. This is no complaint! Por ejemplo, Sergio twists the knife regarding spectator responses to my game insertions.
“You merely take the court and exhale carbon dioxide,” Sergio says, “and lusty cheering has already begun.” Embarrassed, I must say he is on the marks. But Greg Oden and Brandon Roy also garner the speedy applause, and ALL of my mates are viewed in a friendly way by Portlandians.
This non-conditioned enthusiasm is pleasing, yet it puzzles. And how does one explain its opposite? Choirs of curses and boos broke out during our match against the Memphis Grizzlies. I spun my head to see the reasons. Had Marc Gasol shaved? No. The boos and calling to the cats were directed at the appearance of Darius Miles (top).
This was to my consternation. Darius Miles was our fellow mate— a Trail Blazer —this very year! Yet perhaps there is logic in this. The great lavishing of love for a Trail Blazer undergoes a phase change if the player departs the team. Even as the Blazer exchanges jerseys, so do the fans exchange sentiments. Love becomes hate.
It is the alchemy of basketball emoción.
Basing on last night’s volumes, Darius Miles was greatly beloved when he was in a Trail Blazer uniform. He must be a specimen of impressive humanitarianism! (As for me, I never wish to leave Portland. I have no stomach for the subsequent abusing.)