With all the subtlety of a Jim Mora stare or a Steve Sarkisian chest bump, the crosstown rivalry narratives are upon us.
For six months they shared the wide eyes and wild cheers of witnesses from a grateful region that fell in love with its baseball supermen.
Josh Shaw knows people reading this will have no reason to believe it. He wants to tell his story anyway, as a cautionary tale about a life swallowed by a lie.
Well, it's ugly, it's awful, but at least it's official.
The Friday night lights bounce off the thick pine trees that ring the bayou football stadium, bathing the faded field in an eerie, murky glow.
There may be banners signifying 16 titles hanging from the Staples Center wall, but, right now, the traditional question of whether the Lakers will win a championship has been replaced with something a bit less majestic.