Whenever commentators get overly excited for a young player breaking out in front of their eyes, it has the opposite effect on me: I get sad. This pattern holds especially true for commentary crews who have to work for an average, unexciting team like the Pacers. You know that the Pacers, while a decent team, don’t have anything exciting going on. The team doesn’t score many points and their two exciting young players (Sabonis and Turner) are constantly stealing minutes from each other.
So when Aaron Holiday had, far and away, the best game of his career up to this point (he had made two total shots in five appearances), the commentators predictably lost their minds. Meanwhile, I’m feeling sad because their lives are so devoid of happiness that they overcompensate by feeling extreme joy at a rookie scoring twelve points.
I don’t know. Maybe I don’t interpret emotions the same way other people interpret emotions. Maybe I just pretend to understand emotions so that I don’t become a social outcast. All I know is that Aaron Holiday scored twelve and it made me sad.