Lakers can’t win it all with LeBron playing like this

And other observations from basketball’s delightful return


Thursday night the NBA returned and, for a moment, I felt the bliss of childhood. My 14-year-old self loved the Lakers, a love affair that began years earlier when my dad told me he saw Jerry West play live in college. I wrote poems about West, his clutchness! Each stanza ended: "and it all depended on Jerry West's Hands." When they won t…

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