A thing I learned about myself during the early stages of quarantine is that I absolutely love watching old games. It’s like settling in to watch your favorite movie or something. I don’t tune into Ocean’s Eleven because I’m worried about whether or not Danny and the boys are going to be able to pull the job off, I tune in because watching that specific set of events unfold hits a certain pleasure center in my brain every time and makes me feel a little more at peace with the world. New things? Well, new things are scary, unpredictable and not to be trusted.
What We Learned from the Spurs Win over the Kings
