Life is a cold, hard bitch

You broke my heart, Antoine. Imagine going through a rough few days. Every decision you make is the wrong one. If the butterfly effect focused on you, the world would cease to exist a short time later. Every instinct you have is faulty. You begin to doubt yourself. You feel your competency and everything you thought you knew just slipping away. And just when you think you're about to get your life back on track, Antoine Walker makes a three pointer with two seconds left and the Heat already leading 108-100 to break the over by one point.

Why must you haunt me like that, Antoine? I didn't call for your head when you were missing layup after layup a couple years ago. Sure I cracked a few fat jokes, but come on, you were the Daunte Culpepper of the NBA. Maybe you were still upset about Uconn beating your alma mater (yes that is their license plate) earlier in the day, but did you have to take it out on me? I will not hold a grudge against you despite your unnecessary padding of your stats and de-padding of my wallet. But let's just say when you make some critical error in the playoffs this year, I will not feel sorry for you. You just don't toy around with a man down on his luck like you did and get away with it.

J.H. Naners