By Gordon Monson
Published Oct 3, 2010 05:08PM
Hate is such a strong word.
But it’s the one Jazz poet Deron Williams uses to put a wrap on his feelings about the Los Angeles Lakers — as in, I hate those guys!, or, more precisely, I hate those %#$@&$% guys!
— and … who can blame him?
Kobe and the Lakers have given the ubercompetitive Williams the heave-ho in each of the past three postseasons, dashing his dreams without giving so much as a sniff of respect in return. Only defeat and elimination.
The playoff record over that span: 12 losses, three wins, a hundred sleepless nights.
Williams has had his fill.
“I hate ’em, you know,” he said the other day. “I hate the Lakers. They’re so good. I hate them because they win all the time. They’re a tough team. … We definitely talk about it. It’s not a secret. We hate the Lakers.”
The new Jazz team sobriquet: Laka Hatas.
It was the great Shakespeare — wasn’t it? — who wrote: “In time we hate that which we often fear.”