Knicks. Still a Joke, Right?

Knicks are trending.

Great. Who fucking cares?

Seriously.

My phone buzzed with that news this morning.

Thought it was work.

Another emergency email about some 'critical path' that isn't critical at all.

Nope.

Knicks.

I’m sitting here, stomach doing the cha-cha from last night’s 'just one more' Jameson.

Kids are screaming about cereal.

Dog just puked on the rug. Again.

And Google thinks I need to know about the Knicks.

Fuck off, Google.

I got bigger problems.

Like, do we have enough Advil for this headache?

Is there milk in the fridge, or did I finish it off in my coffee at 3 AM?

Can I make it to the bathroom without dry-heaving?

These are the real pressing issues of my day.

Not whether some millionaire throws a ball through a hoop.

Or if some other millionaire trades him to another city.

It’s a game.

People get so worked up.

Like their own damn life depends on it.

My life depends on getting these kids out the door before I lose my mind.

Or before I puke.

Whichever comes first.

And I gotta get to work.

Sit through another pointless meeting.

Pretend I care about Q3 projections.

All while my head feels like a drum solo.

Knicks.

Yeah, they're always trending for something.

Usually, it's just 'losing'.

Or 'disappointment'.

Sounds about right for New York sports.

Sounds about right for life, actually.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I need a gallon of water and about five hours of silence.

And maybe a hair of the dog. For my 'allergies'.

Knicks can wait.

Or not.

Doesn't matter to me.

Just another day in this hellscape.

Pass the Tums.