Come ON Magic. When you extended your lead to 20 or whatever it was, I was hyped. Not hyped for you, but hyped for another Warrior loss. That is all I live for, the thought of Kevignoramus Murdurant and Klame Dumpson steaming after a blowout as Draymondoidiot Nogreenlight and Stefake Furryporn sit on the bench, impotent and meek. I find no joy even in the exploits of scrubs, not any more. I have turned to a new, more satisfying form of NBA-fandom: blind hate and gloatful trolling.
Terrence Ross and Nikola Vucevic tried their best, but their combined 58 points couldn’t prevent the rest of their team from choking away a sure victory. And I best the refs helped too. Yeah, no way would Adam Silver let the league’s darling child lose a game against the MAGIC. Oh my god. The more I think about it the angrier I get it. I was all set for a night of smug superiority, smirking at the misfortunes of the Warriors, but now all I get is a nagging sensation that my emotions are not being directed properly.