Instead of being an unbiased, impartial observer as a professional journalist ought to be, Mr. Teaford sounds like a season ticket holder with the way he roots for the team.
Every NBA team has long stretches of games on the road where they don't get to their motel room until 2 in the morning.
Every NBA team has players with nagging injuries, bad luck, and games where their players appeared sluggish and travel-weary.
Yet anytime the Lakers go on the road, or reach their hotel at 2 in the morning, or have a player with a tummy ache, Mr. Teaford acts as if he's just discovered the Holy Grail.
He acts as if the Lakers are the first and only team to ever face any difficulties.
He's like a soccer mom who yells, "Hey ref, that other boy tripped my kid !" as if it were the first and only tripping foul in the entire game.
Naturally, like Mr. Teaford, that soccer mom never yells at the ref when HER son trips another kid.
She just acts like it never happened.
As a wise man once commented, "There's nothing new under the sun."
Maybe one day Mr. Teaford will discover that.
Until then, he'll just remain blinded by his love for the Lakers.