A sign of a good team is consistency. Beating the less talented teams by a reasonable margin, at least most of the time, and showing up against the contenders and when it matters the most.
Because of this - and because inconsistency is my kryptonite - I am letting it all loose today in an attempt to hold on to my sanity. Join me, if you will, because it’s lonely on the dark side.
I happen to like patterns. I see them everywhere, I notice when things don’t fit and I like when they do.
This may be part of the reason I like basketball.