Just take your tragedy, daddy. Embrace it. It's your's. You know it all now. Before? You just knew ultimate success.
You had 5. Had that in your pocket. You rose out of that seat, the end of nerves tingling (that special tingle) visions of 5-5 Duncan over the tired old bag Kobe dancing in your gourd, before your very eyes, 365 days of guaranteed celebration ahead of you, days & nites of stomping us into the floor, blasting hair all over these walls.
Then somehow, someway you ed that up and had to give back what was your's. Went from 5 back to familiar territory at 4 faster than a rabbit gets ed.
Now, you sit there and soak in that. Because that's your's, Heel. Nobody else's. Just your's. You own that misery. And you'll own it till the day you die.
- Pappy