https://youtu.be/KVa7bcscj0U
“Dear Diary,
My life has becoming a waking nightmare. Every time my situation deteriorates further, I hope against hope that soon I will wake up from this torment, to find it nought but a dream, but alas, there is no such respite. This is a nightmare from which escape is impossible.
Every minute of my life spent in the presence of Malik Monk is a minute where all my thoughts are consumed with hatred. It was all I could do to put him far away from me on the bench, and never allow him to enter games, as if physical distance would soothe the searing hate I feel towards him. I lobbied ownership to send him home, to have him stay away from the team, but was overruled. And when I suggested that he be traded, I was told that we are waiting for his trade value to improve. Do those idiots not understand that Monk’s trade value will only decline indefinitely, and that there is no front office, save for perhaps the Kings, who are foolish enough to acquire the black hole of hope that is Malik Monk?
Those fools in the front office do not understand the depth of my hatred for Monk. It has infected my soul, becoming something more terrible than simple hate. It has turned me into a being less than human, a hate-fueled husk with a heart of ash and blood of tar.
Now, through sheer luck, Monk has somehow taken advantage of the minutes I was forced to give him, and he has scored a career high in points. Every time I made to bench him, I remembered that my own job was at risk. I am the coach, yet coaching decisions are never truly my own. If Monk did not play, the backlash from all sides would be too great. Already, I had been feeling pressure to give him playing time even when there was no spot for him in the rotation. There was no choice but to give him minutes and hope that he failed. The unfairness of it all only compounds my hate for that despicable man.
There is one small silver lining here. Despite the agony it causes my soul to see Monk have personal success, his so-called scoring ability (which is simply a mirage) could possibly entice a team to trade for him, and then he would be out of my life forever. Perhaps this nightmare has an end? One can only hope.
I hate Malik Monk so god damn much.
Thanks for listening, Diary.
-James Borrego”