
“You look so sad.”
Mrs. Dubs was concerned. And to be fair, I was feeling pretty mopey. I had just walked away from game one of the NBA Finals. I watched it till the bitter end - a 116 - 98 blowout - and then stood up and was standing sort of blankly in the kitchen, staring at my discarded beer bottles and feeling just as empty.
“I didn’t know you cared …



