"Every" it turns out, actually does mean "every." So when you twist the knife into an already suffering group of ex-teammates, invoking karma all the while, don't be surprised if your team goes out the next night and gives up 44 first-quarter points to the 12-24 Los Angeles Clippers. Don't be surprised if your team eventually loses that game. And don't be surprised if you sprain your ankle in the process.
(Not that I'm wishing bad on James or reveling in his loss and/or injury, 24 hours before I myself step on a plane. Just clearing karma's good name.)
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