Well, here we are again. You all, me, the Clippers. It’s like destiny. Or an ancient prophesy. Or an ancient prophesy foredooming us to a prophetic destiny. Maybe there’s a dragon involved. Maybe the most obscure town in East Texas is going to produce a crop of young heroes to save us all. Maybe Paul George’s sweatshirt never happened in a different reality.
Perhaps each panel of George’s sweatshirt represents a Jungian archetype, and each appalling pastel block is part of all our destinies, or our dreams, or our dreams of destiny. Perhaps Paul George’s Hero’s Journey will be cancelled because of his sweatshirt by a just and benevolent Collective Unconscious.