Attention Serbians: thank you for giving me back the snow you had stolen from me and all other Wisconsinites. After a couple days of blasphemously warm temperatures, I’m sitting here in maximum comfiness, my warmie sockies have been applied to my coldsie toesies, I have a mug of hot chocolate, and I’m looking out my window at a winter god-damn wonderland. Snow isn’t currently caressing my abode with its white purity (I probably shouldn’t put those two words next to each other ever again), but it’s still awesome.
It’s so cozy here in my highlights-cave that I don’t even care that Nikola Jokic romped all over my Milwaukee Bucks, getting a triple double and winning the Greco-Serbian Antetokounmpo-Jokic battle. I’m not even mad. I can appreciate good basketball players no matter the situation. Yeah, I threw box of Hot Pockets at my TV after Mudiay made one of his jumpers, but that’s different, because he’s not a good basketball player. Jokic going off is expected, Mudiay even making one shot is ample cause for rage.