Bang! Bang! Boom! Crash! You launch yourself from your chair to a huddling position underneath your desk. What’s going on? Have ISIS finally come for you? You start making peace with your life. “It’s been a grand time, but all good things must come to an end.” You close your eyes in one final prayer, and resign yourself to death’s blackened grasp.
A couple minutes later, the noises stop. You open your eyes tentatively, expecting to see either a scene of total destruction or the pearly gates of heaven. It’s neither. Instead, you see what you saw before this all started, except from the vantage point of being under a desk. Your cat has wandered over to join you, curling itself up in imitation of your own balled-up form. What’s the deal?
You poor soul. Those startling sounds you heard were merely Zach LaVine totally dismantling the rim with a barrage of improbable jumpers. These highlights were intense, true, but I think you overreacted a bit.