» My eyes are wide open, as if I'm afraid that if I close them, I may see bits and pieces of the game in the darkness of my mind. Is this what Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder feels like? What in the hell did I just watch? Was that a basketball game? It definitely felt more like an ambush. There I was, minding my own business, waiting to watch some basketball, but instead it felt like all of my senses were attacked out of nowhere.
It’s gawking at the scene of an accident, but there’s still few things more entertaining than the worst team in the NBA beating the second-worst team, 92-75.
