When I saw Devin Booker take that hard fall during tonight’s game against the Pistons, one thought immediately popped into my head:
“He dead”
Like, I was freaking out because I just saw a dude DIE during an NBA game, not just a fan either, but a player, a player in the god-damn PRIME of his life, just lying there, DEAD, on the court, killed in the course of playing basketball. And I was like, DAMN, I play basketball sometimes, just for fun, not like an NBA player or anything but who knows if it could be ME next time? And I started having kind of an anxiety attack, breathing all erratic, chest tingly, I had my phone in my hand and was waiting for 9-1-1 to pick up so I could tell them that not only did I see a dude die on TV, but that I was dying myself.
And then he moved.
There is a reason I don’t watch the NFL anymore.