Kawhi Leonard sat alone in the corner of the locker room, towel draped over his head, looking concernedly at the tablet in his hands. On the screen was a graph with a bunch of reds and greens, and some numbers that, while looking indiscernible, apparently made perfect since to Kawhi.
“Dammit, I can’t believe this is happening! I was told this was a foolproof venture!”
Tim Duncan sauntered over to Leonard and smiled at his hunched over figure and pained expression.
“It’s my bitcoins, man. They’re crashing. You know how much I invested into these little buggers? A whole year’s paycheck! Dammit, Vitaly told me these were a good investment! And I couldn’t cash out even if I wanted to. Mt. Gox is being a bitch.”
“You should have asked me for advice before diving headlong into this shady crypto-currency crap. Everyone knows that bitcoins were a serious bubble waiting to burst, inflated by Wall Street fatcats looking to make a few more bucks. And really, what do you expect from a ‘currency’ whose value is entirely based on speculation? At least regular money is backed by labor.”
“Keep your economic mumbo-jumbo to yourself. No one asked your opinion.”
“Whatever. Try to put it out of your mind. The game starts in half an hour.”