I did, however, enjoy seeing His Royal Jamesiness miff that clunker of a layup with 8.5 seconds left on the clock. My high school basketball coach would have had us running suicides for an extra half-hour in our next practice if we'd made a habit of missing shots like that. Hey, Cleveland: WITNESS THIS!
Fortunately for us, Mass Hysteria friend (and lover?) StartingAces has graciously provided us with hilarity in the form of humorously-captioned pictures to get rid of that foul taste in your mouth (getting rid of those inappropriate text messages you sent to your attractive coworker, sadly, is left up to you). Enjoy!
"I told you, I didn't order any pizza! Must have been those damn Johnson boys from down the street. Rascals!" [Ed. note: "Johnson"... heh.]
That, my dear, is the flavor of FAILURE. If this were a Ben and Jerry's, they'd call it "Too Choco-LITTLE, Too Choco-LATE."
Oh, and if you still feel like you've got a Bad Basketball Hangover, try this. Hee!