Tuesday. The Day After. Disappointed. Devastated. Unsure how or why it happened. It's hard to take when you walk head low from a soul-crushing home loss to the post-game shows at home on your sofa, drinking until you can't take it anymore, posting angrily online your too-transparent feelings, until the kind of sleep that is more forgiveness than rest overtakes you. Then, on about four hours of fretful sleep you wake, make coffee, and drag yourself to work for a twelve hour work day.
You have no time to mourn. You stumble in the door around eight, and your girlfriend who's been home for hours, religiously surfing the internet, knows everything. But you can't take it. You don't want to know. You still don't believe it happened: that your miracle season is over. And so you make a decision. You're too upset. You believe too much in a league rife with conspiracy theories, that the exclusion of the Magic and Hornets gives the league 100% dream finals match-ups to boost this years ratings, and the coincidence is too much.
So you make a conscious decision to do something else. Fx is showing the movie Phone Booth. It's literally Colin Farrell in a phone booth for two hours. The underappreciated: Farrell puts in a fantastic acting performance given that he doesn't leave the booth after the 15 minute mark. The flip side: the movie is stupid.
Nonetheless, it's what you choose to do rather than embrace David Stern's brains-in-a-vat version of the NBA.
You have no time to mourn. You stumble in the door around eight, and your girlfriend who's been home for hours, religiously surfing the internet, knows everything. But you can't take it. You don't want to know. You still don't believe it happened: that your miracle season is over. And so you make a decision. You're too upset. You believe too much in a league rife with conspiracy theories, that the exclusion of the Magic and Hornets gives the league 100% dream finals match-ups to boost this years ratings, and the coincidence is too much.
So you make a conscious decision to do something else. Fx is showing the movie Phone Booth. It's literally Colin Farrell in a phone booth for two hours. The underappreciated: Farrell puts in a fantastic acting performance given that he doesn't leave the booth after the 15 minute mark. The flip side: the movie is stupid.
Nonetheless, it's what you choose to do rather than embrace David Stern's brains-in-a-vat version of the NBA.
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