When trying to figure out what on Earth I was finally going to write about basketball in the aftermath of several more “not quite there’’ losses, I was trying to think in analogy because I was an English major. That’s what I do. Well, that and write a bunch of vaguely important sounding words about my own highly subjective analysis of things in an effort to sound smart. Sound familiar?
The analogy I settled on was food poisoning. This season was gross, and could have and should have been a lot more pleasant than it was. There were moments where I thought I was feeling better and then the waves of existential horror washed over me as I realized, “Oh God, it’s happening again.