“Wow! Eighteen points for T.J. Warren!” you exclaim as you scroll through your subscription feed. “Wait a minute. I watched the highlights for his seventeen-point game, and it was just a bunch of lame layups. If I watch this, it will just be more of the same.”
You look at the other videos in line to be watched. Some of them look cool, some of them don’t. But in the back of your mind resides the knowledge of the unwatched T.J. Warren video, a niggling reminder that he could have had a good all-around scoring performance that you willfully overlooked.
“Fine, fine, I’ll watch it,” you tell yourself, trying to appease the part of your brain that apparently desires T.J. Warren highlights more than sex, more than happiness, more than life itself. “But if it’s just a bunch of stupid layups, I’m never watching a DTB vid again.”
You go back and find the link. You click on it and begin to watch. The first shot is a layup which was mostly the work of Eric Bledsoe, with Warren only being the finisher, and you chastise yourself for the small amount of ancitipation you allowed yourself for this video. “This vid is going to eat balls,” you mutter. “I should just watch Kawhi Leonard instead. GD always has me covered.”
However, you continue to view the video, and as it elapses, you sit forward and take note of how T.J. can craftily score in a variety of ways. You even pump your fist when he dunks, and by the end of the video, you are fully hyped.
“That was cool. I like T.J. Warren,” you say to your computer monitor. Such was your enjoyment that you feel compelled to leave a comment. After much ponderance, you type the words, “Thank you Mr. DownToBuck.” and hit enter. Satisfied, you move on, but the memory of the highlight video will always remain with you.