So like, you've found that special somone, and JACKPOT!, she loves sports. In fact, she loves the Portland Trailblazers as much as you do. The more you talk about your love for each other, your realize that it's actually a sign of devotion to the Blazers, like a love triangle where everyone eats dinner together, or a cult where the leader gets his pick of the women whenever he wants. At any time, either of you may be called to duty by your team. And hopefully, you will get to go down that path together, arm-in-arm, just as you will in all other matters of life.
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↵The only logical response to these overwhelming feelings of pride, joy, and apprehension? Duh, a "trailer" for your wedding, screened before you walk down the aisle, that makes the whole marriage a metaphor for playing on the Blazers together. What could be more beautiful? Though if one of you made the team, and other got cut, best believe that team comes first. The other would be content with merely keeping those dinners warm for days on end, and knowing that, whatever mischief you were getting into after the game, it was all for the Blazers. All for your love. ↵
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↵The only logical response to these overwhelming feelings of pride, joy, and apprehension? Duh, a "trailer" for your wedding, screened before you walk down the aisle, that makes the whole marriage a metaphor for playing on the Blazers together. What could be more beautiful? Though if one of you made the team, and other got cut, best believe that team comes first. The other would be content with merely keeping those dinners warm for days on end, and knowing that, whatever mischief you were getting into after the game, it was all for the Blazers. All for your love. ↵
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↵This post originally appeared on the Sporting Blog. For more, see The Sporting Blog Archives.