Something is wrong with me. A grievous affliction, of unknown origin. I have talked to many a medical professionals, and even after repeated examinations, they can find no illness, no malady, that explains what has been tormenting me.
I can’t get hyped for Marcus Smart.
My hype-forming glands are still in perfect working order. This much I have verified. When I found myself getting hyped for Gary Harris, of all people, I knew that my horrid disease was not a condition of the body.
Let it be known that I haved tried. Lord knows I have tried to get hyped for Marcus Smart. At first, I thought it was something wrong with Marcus himself, something wrong with his game that prevented me from getting hyped. Does the idea of a point guard who isn’t a particularly gifted scorer or passer give me hype-pause? Maybe it is his disfigured appearance, perhaps, that stifles my hype? I have rejected these explanations. I fear the problem lies with me, and me alone. Questions are many, but answers are few.