for me, hating the lakers is like breathing. I was born in the early 80's, and my dad and grandfather did such a good job of implanting anti-LA sentiment, that its almost become part of my core. Now, I dont remember the rivalry when it was good, i dont remember the 87 finals. but i hate the Lakers because its just a part of me.
i hate the yankees too, but its different. its more of a reaction than anything else. its not as much a part of me. for me, hating the yankees is like being a wing man at a bar and having to deal with the ugly girl. i hate doing it. she's ugly, uninteresting, and not fun. she's there and i have to look at her. i hate the idea of having to hang around her, i hate having to look at her. but i'm still reacting to her.
with LA, I have no memories of the Lakers, it makes no sense that I would loathe them as much as I do. its more of a preternatural necessity for my personality. hating the Lakers is a constant backdrop in my life, a frame through which to view the world. hating the Yankees is a response to something outside of me, its kind of like there's always that chance that someday i wont hate the yankees - like maybe one day my buddy's date wont have busted friends. its possible, but unlikely.
sorry, it was one of those nights.
and i'd take the game 7 tix to the NBA finals over the ALCS tix anyday.