I have never been stabbed in the eye with a burning fork. I have never cut off my big toes and stuck them up my nose. I have never played in traffic on the Autobahn while a wolf chews on my chest. I have never been slapped in the face by Bill Kazmaier. I imagine, though, that all that might be something like watching the Thunder against the Bulls last night.
These Thunder are maddening if only because you can’t blame their lackluster play on effort. There was something comfy about complaining about the team last year. You could chalk it up to laziness, boredom.