Snapshots

Sitting down on the couch with oodles of excitement for the upcoming Raptors game, I suddenly feel a hullabaloo in my back as if it was getting stabbed with a pen repeatedly. While I toss and turn trying to get comfortable my sister notices my odd idiosyncrasies. With a look of absurdity she asks “does your back still hurt or are you doing some kind of booty sculpting routine?” With a nuanced look on my face I look away and continue to watch the gritty play of the Raptors. Every time the other team scored I had an elegiac expression as if I was my seven year old self again reliving the death of my pet dog. Then like a splice the play of the Raptors started to flow. All of a sudden a tyro centre from Italy started to shot oodles of three pointers, and like an arsonist he was lighting it up scorching the net. Then I think to myself what a wonderful world.