Did you call your Mother yet.
What’s wrong with you? Get off of this infernal computation device immediately and call your Mom. Tell her you love her even if she drives you crazy for reasons you can’t even begin to fully explicate and every time you speak to her you end up reverting to a particularly petulant 16-year old version of yourself, rehashing ancient, perpetual, unsolvable battles that have no actual victor and just leave both parties feeling exhausted and overflowing with a profound sense regret. You know, Mother’s Day. (Don’t mention that last part, just say you love her.) Then you can come back here.
You’re done? Good. I’m sorry. I understand, really I do. Here’s a bit of mental floss. Listen to me babble with the uber-cool cats of The New York Knicks Podcast for 3600 seconds or so about the ‘Bockers, ruminating on a team that has seemingly been tilting at the same all-encompassing, superhuman windmills since I was 16 and has left all of us existentially drained and doubting the basic goodness of humanity/the meaning of it all.
And I mention hydraulic fracturing.
And say that I should be coach because I could give the team acting/flopping lessons.
Don Quixote ain’t got nuthin’ on Knick fans! Enjoy!