In this game, Terrence Jones’ first four made baskets were all dunks. I admit that I started getting my hopes up after the third one, thinking that maybe he dunked every one of his ten made field goals. Such an occurrence would have made me whole and completed my life. Ten made baskets, all dunks, a fantasy born from my imagination’s most daring moments, yet closer than ever to fruition.
It turns out that Jones only got seven dunks in this game. That is an impressive total, but it is not enough for me. My heart has been trampled by the stampede of disappointment. I don’t even know if I can go on.
Uh oh. Here comes that black shadow again, at the edge of my vision. Soon it will swallow me whole. When my life becomes worth living again, somebody send me a private message.