Væ, puto deus fio
My Lakers lost to Dallas.
The last time we lost a series- in 2008 to Boston- I took it very poorly, indeed, and went on a six week long bender. Though I’m not going to do that this time- that 2008 one proved unforgivingly disastrous!- know that temperance is taking all the self-control God has allowed me.
I haven’t accepted it yet really is the thing though; still in shock! I mean, it’s surreal, isn’t it? It would be like if in World War Two we beat the Germans and the Japanese but got tripped up on the Italians. It’s going to take a while to accept that this isn’t some terribly well executed practical joke.
I have two therories as to why this has happened. The first is that after the Royal Wedding and the killing of OBL God thought I was simply too happy. This is the most likely scenario in my mind.
The other possibility is that I’ve had it backwards all these years. Forever I’ve thought my happiness and the success of those things I bear an interest in follows the success of the Los Angeles Lakers. (i.e. the Lakers win a championship, then I fall in love/make money/ Democrats win elections, etc…) But maybe that was the opposite!
Last November the Republicans took back the House. I was devestated! Maybe that and some other shitty things that happened in the last year spelled the Lakers fate. Maybe the bell was tolling for them becasue of thee!
It makes a very small amount of sense if you don’t think about it for more than a breath at all.
I’ll not worry, I imagine you won’t.
