Over the past 15 years, I feel that I am in a lonely place. It's as if I am at a well renowned restaurant and all of my friends are getting sat before me, as I sit there in disbelief. I continue to wonder when it will be my turn, when will I catch a break. As the hostess calls my name, it's the wrong last name and I continue my long awaited seating. I watch others enjoy their wonderful meals, as they clown me and remind me I haven't been let into the restaurant for 20 years. Each year I go and tell myself, this is the year, they're going to let me in. I leave the restaurant once again, and as I walk home people are murmuring about me. Again, maybe next year. This sums up how I have felt as a Rockets fan. It's corny as heck, but I can't help but watch all of my friends teams achieving success and being reminded of how soft our team is by analysts, broadcasters, articles, and opposing teams fans. I can't seem to let go that we haven't been relevant for 20 years. I can't give up on this team, but I can't help but wonder "When will it be our time." I sit here at work, wasting away the day. Stinging from the last 2 loses. Living in LA doesn't make it any easier. I am getting sick of saying next year will be different. I really hope management steps up.
get used to it. think the clips. they have never been to conf. finals.~ saw billy crystal the other night. his team was leading and he looked nervous as hell. that one cracked me up a little.
