It was in and out, and it cost the Lakers their first world championship in 1962.
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So Leonard the Sport spills the wine.
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It's this traditional seder and Leonard says, ''Son of a bitch." Leonard was livid.
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And then my mother's going, "Len. It's Passover."
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He goes, "Yeah, I know it's Passover. But the son-of-a-bitch missed that shot."
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And my mom goes, "Len, don't get your balls in an uproar."
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My mom always told my dad that whenever he blew his stack.
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And my dad goes, "Yeah, Sylvia. But my balls need to be in an uproar. The son-of-a-bitch missed the shot."
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And the thing is, I understood.
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I was on a perfect wavelength. With both of them.
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It was a sacred moment, the seder.
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Mom was right in getting the message across.
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But, hey, the son-of-a-bitch did miss the shot.
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And I understood that, too.
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I'm sittin' there pretty much in total agreement with my dad on the matter.
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How often do you get that growing up.
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Hey, we had a right to be hacked.
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Hell, Moses would have spilled the wine.
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Abraham would have been upset, too.
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I believe God understands this.
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And I mean, we had plenty of opportunity to be pretty torqued at the local talent on our sports teams at the time.
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We were big Ram fans, too.
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My cousin, Sid Gillman, was the coach.
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He was married to Bailey Bank. She was a cousin of mine. Actually, she was my father's cousin, but that made me a second or third or whatever cousin.
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Close enough kin to inject additional suffering into the Rams picture.
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The last fond remembrance of the Rams I have was the championship game of 1950 against the Cleveland Browns.
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With Tommy Fears and Elroy Hirsch at the ends, Bob Waterfield and
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