This video was all set to be perfect. 11 buckets, 8 of them three-pointers, presented without interruption or replay. A highlight package unsullied by extraneous elements. I sat and watched the final seconds of the game tick away, licking my chops in anticipation of the art I was about to create.
And then Avery Bradley got fouled with 30-ish seconds left.
DAMMIT.
Well, I still had to make the highlights. It was still a good performance, even if the video representation of the performance has been UTTERLY RUINED by a lame singular free throw tacked on the end. Not even two free throws. I could have lived with two, because it would have meant that he tied his career high in points, instead of coming up one short. But no.
Sometimes I wonder why God put me on this earth if all he is going to do is let me suffer.