This quarantine has done nothing but fuel my existentialism. Not mad at it though — I like the process of having a seemingly enigmatic thought and dismantling it until I unearth an answer that I’m satisfied with. I don’t have to like it, but I would like to understand it. Lately, I sometimes find myself wondering what the point of sport is. Since going without for months now, it's expected we have these musings. My brain has been smoothed by superficial notions of productivity (we learn, we work, we die), so when I witness passion through music, sports and art, I hold my breath in a display of reflex.
Asterisk or not, the 2020 NBA champions will be one to remember
