... although it doesn't always turn out as you would hope.
On 12th June 1984 I was on a family holiday in the US. We had spent three weeks travelling around Florida and then up the east coast to finally end up in Boston. During the day we had a guided tour of the city and we were told that it was game seven of the NBA finals that night between the Boston Celtics and the Los Angeles Lakers.
I was only thirteen but, possibly as it was the last night of the holiday, managed to persuade my parents that I could stay up and watch the game. My mum and I stayed up late into the night watching Boston beat the Lakers. Despite being in Boston, for some reason I decided to support the Lakers.
And so started my love of basketball and the Lakers. It also became a dream to see them play.
Living in the UK makes this a bit of a challenge. I was fortunate to see the first game between two NBA teams in the UK when the Orlando Magic, including a young Shaquille O'Neal, took on the Atlanta Hawks. I saw the Houston Rockets play in the McDonalds championship.
The closest I came was when Magic Johnson brought a team over to play and absolutely destroy the UK national team. I got to see one of my childhood heroes play.
A bit later I got to go to Los Angeles for a holiday and saw the Forum and the Staples Center, but only when driving by. It was out of season so no chance of seeing a game.
On the 4th October 2010 I was able to fulfil my childhood dream and see the Lakers play. The Lakers played the Minnesota Timberwolves at the O2 Arena in London. Kobe Bryant played only six minutes and the Lakers went to sleep in the second half but I got to see them play.
It would have been nice to see them play well. It would have been nice to see them win. However sometimes these things take second place to achieving a childhood dream and sometimes childhood dreams don't work out quite as you hope.