Yesterday, I didn’t check Twitter. I didn’t go online, or turn on the TV. I had to work early and was sporting a hefty hangover from the Super Bowl (I’m a University of Tennessee alum, so Peyton Manning is essentially a deity for me and most of my college buddies, and him winning the Super Bowl was cause for great celebration. WAY too much celebration). After work I got home and fell promptly asleep, as my body demanded. So the news of Derek Fisher’s firing didn’t reach me until this morning.
Like all of you who have had a sizable jump on the sports news cycle on me, I’ve read and thought a lot about it today.