I can't watch. I'm all tore up inside. If something bad happens, or D'Antoni does something stupid, I'll lose my head.
So... instead of watching, I'll follow it at random on the internet and through various message boards. It keeps me in the know without causing me to go effin' bonkers.
Last year, after game four, I lost it. I joke I saw a bright light and was speaking in tongues, but in reality I was just way too mad at a game I have no control over. Until I can regain some control over my emotional reactions, I've separated myself from viewing the games.
I'm serious, I'm like the freakin' Hulk when watching the games. Every little thing just eats at me. I can't enjoy a possession. It's a sickness and I'm trying to get a handle on it.
On Saturday, instead of watching, I sat in a parked car and listened on the radio to the fourth and two OTs. Why in a parked car, because even simply listening I was too upset to safely drive.
Hope that's enough psycho analysis for ya
