The Bulls didn’t make the cut for the restarted NBA season, and I am … what’s the word I’m looking for here?
Tickled? Yes, I suppose I am that. This gives me time to do something more enjoyable than watching Bulls games. Like working as a county roadkill remover.
Relieved? Sure. To be spared newspaper stories and TV news accounts of games about Zach LaVine’s heroic 35 points that, alas, weren’t enough to make up for the shortcomings of his teammates is a glorious thing.
Feeling cheated? No, I wouldn’t say that. I’d probably say a million other things before I’d say I feel cheated by being unable to watch one of the more unremarkable Bulls teams in memory continue to do its “thing,’’ whatever that thing is.