It was life and death!
Okay, I know, that’s probably somewhat overly dramatic. But that’s what it felt like, tonight. As the Bulls game began, this evening, there was a mood down in the lair where we gathered to watch the game. It was a cautious mood. Yes, a slightly tense mood. But it was a very hopeful mood.
Taylor, John, Rachel and I sat watching, shouting encouragement, words of correction, witty insights and cogent advice. And we relished the fact that as the game unfolded Miami
“Yep, the Heat can’t quite get it together tonight,” we said with glee.
Even going into the 4th quarter, we were feeling quite confident. The Bulls appeared to be listening to our wisdom and following our instructions faithfully. And at the same time Miami was clearly succumbing to the powerful verbal offense that we provided from our basement location some 15 miles from the United Center
But then late in the game something started to happen. Something terrible. We didn’t want to believe it. We began shifting uncomfortably in our seats. This scenario isn’t even possible, is it?
“Hey guys. Settle down. Get your composure!” We yelled to anyone who would listen. Which apparently was no one.
But when the Heat tied the game with a minute left in the 4th quarter—after the Bulls held a sizable lead just 2 minutes earlier—all we could do was look at each other nervously. Without anyone speaking a word the looks on our faces said, “Oh no! What’s going on here?”
And when—against all odds—the Heat somehow took the lead in the final seconds, that sinking feeling in the gut seemed to predict the actualization of our worst fears.
Final score? Heat 83, Bulls 80. How? I don’t know. But I just looked it up again, that was the final score.
It wasn’t really life and death, of course. We’re all still alive. (In fact, I’m drinking an iced tea, right now.) But there was genuine shock as the realization hit us that for our Bulls…it was the end.
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