Late last night, whilst flipping channels in the 400's, toggling between French football, a kayak fishing program and the Nuggets at Jazz, understandably, I was feeling a little down.
It's just after 1am and I'm in the company of a border collie who needs a bath and a few empty bottles of Burning River Pale Ale from Cleveland that need a recycling box. The Nuggets are up 5 following Aaron Afflalo's 3-pointer and I have just lost my job, a pointless form of employment meant only as a means of paying the bills and supporting my fandom of Japanese Anime porn and Teen-Vampire fiction.
I could care less about the job itself, because it does as much for my career as sticking my dick in a paper shredder, but I have never been fired before so it's easy to see why on a Thursday night at 1am, watching sports all alone in a dimly-lit basement, I've had better moments.
Then Jazz forward Andrei Kirilenko did this;
...and in one brief moment, I am reminded that everybody is human and everybody makes mistakes.
Sure, AK-47 makes millions of dollars annually and has a Russian bride who publicly allows him to bed 1 woman each year they are married because she understands the trappings of life on the road. He's tall and white and lives in Utah. Life sounds perfect, yet, in but a moment, Andrei botched a possible game-tying shot that couldn't have been easier if given a ladder.
But it's just a game, and a job is just a job.
His life could be worse.
And so could mine.
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