I’m not mad at all that Harrison Barnes totally whooped the Bucks by toasting Jabari and Snell repeatedly. I have transcended sports fandom to become a totally neutral observer, watching the proceedings with only a scientific curiosity, rather than the rabid obsession of a fan. Watching Barnes cook up some of his special-recipe beastsauce and then apply it liberally on every Bucks player who has unlucky enough to have to guard him, that didn’t even make me mad. I was just happy for him having a good game.
That said, watching this game rose my blood pressure by about a thousand and I raged so hard in the second quarter that I had to turn it off and do something else. I don’t even know what units are used to measure blood pressure. Maybe it was more like 10,000. All I know is that watching Barnes effortlessly drive to the basket one possession and then can contested jumpers the next was driving me nuts. I know he has the potential to do those things, but he picked the wrong game to unleash all that potential at once.
Good thing I am above such simple activities like rooting for a sports team.