From the L.A. Times:
The love affair between Phil Jackson and the state capital continued Thursday.
“It’s a beautiful place,” he said, opening his arms figuratively with an apparent compliment for Arco Arena. […] “It’s just one of the very few places where you have to walk across the court to get to a locker room that’s a dungeon.”
There’s more, and the LAT seems to like it just a little too much. In fact, they took a dig in another section, too:
Sacramento is a suburb of Los Angeles. Nothing drives home that point more than a walk through Terminal A at Burbank’s Bob Hope Airport at the start of the workweek, where you can see a host of L.A. lawmakers  and lobbyists, political lawyers, labor leaders and corporate executives  waiting for their short hops to the Capitol. […]
California’s capital city may be where all the state’s movers and shakers mingle, but L.A. still rules.
Yeah, just ask ’em. Here’s the rest.
My father was born in San Francisco, and still — he’ll quickly tell you — holds baseball records set in 1949 when he played for Mission High School in what my family have always called simply, “The City.” When my parents married — at Fremont Presbyterian, back when it was on 34th and J — they decided to settle in Sacramento. My father, by then a professional baseball player in the Red Sox organization, said he “liked the heat.”