Over the past several months we have all witnessed a daily barrage of surreal, maddening images of what the television commercials tell us are These Uncertain Times and in the grand scheme of things the machinations of a billion dollar professional sports league are relatively small potatoes, but I cannot help but look at reports about the NBA's plans to resume play in a half-assed quarantine bubble at a network of Disney World resorts and feel like I am listening to a bunch of guys who go on television to discuss whether or not talks between the Los Angeles Lakers and Avery Bradley are "heating up" earnestly describing to me some insane nightmare their subconscious has cobbled together while under general anesthesia for a surgical suit enlargening procedure.
The NBA "Bubble" Is Making Me Feel Genuinely Insane
