I watched the Blazers lose.

I went to the game and at the end I felt like it was me too who had lost.

Why?

That’s crazy.  I could have just as well rooted for Dallas.  I have about as much in common with Dirk Nowitzki as I do with any of the Portland Trail Blazers.  Am I the only one who wonders why I put myself through the emotional trauma of going to a basketball game?  When “we” got posession with thirty-ish seconds left I got an adrenaline rush that nearly stopped my heart.  It couldn’t have been worse if they had passed ME the ball.

So dumb.  It’s all that old monkey wiring still hangin around inside our poor old monkey brains.  Weird.

Oh.  Also, the plot thickens:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kH-krlgo2e8

COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR