I actually threatened to never watch the Phoenix Suns again. It happened about the time they went down 20 points in the third game of the Spurs series. I looked at my husband and said, "I can't stand it!!! " He looked aghast at the fairweather fan standing in his house and shook his head. I yelled at the screen, paced the living room and then sunk in to a desperate funk as the game slipped away. My daughter-in-law called from Iowa just as depressed. Her favorite Sun, Steve Nash is letting her down after they paid extra to get the NBA channel on satellite.
Chocolate didn't help, wine didn't help - HOW COULD THEY SCREW IT UP AGAIN! Tomorrow, they have one last chance to keep the dream alive. Please, please, please, please. . .
The only up I can see is that once basketball season is over I'll have more knitting time. I can knit to baseball any day if I stay awake long enough.