We’re doing this.
That’s the overwhelming feeling I’ve had as the NBA has marched towards its restart. Back in March it seemed like the season shutdown would be brief, then it became apparent even thinking about basketball was selfish, and now we’ve settled into something else with a distinct vibe of resignation. The NBA has established its so-called bubble along with various health protocols to maintain the appearance of control. It’s clear everyone involved is prepared to white-knuckle this right on to the end. We’re meant to enjoy it.
But then there’s the broader world happening literally just outside this little theoretical basketball fortress.