A buddy of mine texted me last night and said, "If the Cavs screw this game up I'll eat my hat."
A few minutes after the game was over he sent another message - "Do you have any ketchup?"
The Cavs loss, coupled with a dinner that consisted of 7 different kinds of wine, has left me a bit underwhelmed with life today. I mean, if I can't believe in 5 guys I'll never meet being paid millions of dollars to play a game - what CAN I believe in?
So I'm asking y'all for help today. Cheer me up. Make me believe. Tell me it will be ok. Give me a shoulder to cry on while secretly hoping this turns into a makeout session.
And pass the ketchup.