I watched Game 7 of the infamous Brooklyn Nets-Milwaukee Bucks 2021 Eastern Conference Semi-Finals series from a cabin just outside of Nowhere, Vermont. It was the day before the start of my last summer working as a camp counselor in, of course, Maine, and my parents were nice enough to drive me up there. We took a pitstop on the way, staying the night near the VT-NH border to watch the most important game the Nets had played in two decades.
The last half-hour before tip-off was agonizing. I decided to go for a walk, pacing around the same group of trees unable to decide on listening to hype music or songs that would calm my nerves.