An elementary teacher started at a new school in Los Angeles. Trying to make a good connection with the students on her first day, she told her class that she was a Lakers fan. She asked if anyone else here was a Lakers fan? Everyone in the class raised their hand except one little girl. The teacher looked at the little girl with surprise, and asked: “Mary, why didn’t you raise your hand?”
Mary replied: “Because I’m not a Lakers fan!”
The teacher felt a little competitive and asked: “Well, if you’re not a Lakers fan, then whom do you support?”
“I’m a Sonics fan, and proud of it!” Mary replied, folding her little arms across her chest.
“Mary, why are you a Sonics fan?”
“Because my Mom and dad are from Seattle and my Mom is a Sonics fan and my dad is a Sonics fan, so I’m a Sonics fan too!”
“Well,” said the teacher, knowing she was loosing it, “that’s still no reason for you to be a Sonics fan. You don’t have to be just like your parents all of the time. What if your Mom was a prostitute and your dad was a drug addict and a car thief, what would you be then?” As the words left he mouth, the teacher realized that if her new principal wasn’t also a HUGE Lakers fan, that she may have ended her career right then and there. Trying to hide her shock at her own words, she stared at little Mary who stared back coldly.
With daggers of ice between each of her words, Mary said: “In that case I’d be a Blazers fan.”