I’ve watched a decent amount of Bulls basketball this season. I wish I hadn’t.
I could have been watching “Masterpiece Theater’’ or “Nova’’ or “Three’s Company’’ reruns. I could have grown as a person. But thanks to the Bulls, I have not become the best version of myself. I’ve become the best version of a potted plant sitting in front of a TV.
Watching Zach LaVine take on the other team by himself is like watching a one-man Broadway play. Once in a while, you want to see a stagehand walk a mop across the boards just to liven things up.