Still trying to make sense out of what happened last night. Adam and I are sitting here, trying to drink our coffee. But we’re both too sad to drink it properly. Poorly executed hack-a-Shaq strategy. Hysterical sideline calisthenics leading to a bad timeout. Post-game antics including but not limited to an attack on a stationary bike, F-bombs from the owner, a meltdown by the coach.
What’s going on here? I’m confused. And lonely. Someone hold me.