So Game 7 of the NBA finals was on Sunday, and I had the pleasure of seeing my team lose in the last minute on an admittedly amazing 3-pointer by Kyrie Irving.
Following that heartbreaking loss, I’ve gone through a whole bunch of stages of basketball grief.
Stage 1: Disbelief
This stage lasts about a minute. After the game ends, there’s a bit of an “I-can’t-believe-that-happened” feeling as you see the Cavs run onto the court and the Warriors walk off dejectedly.
Stage 2: Walking away from the TV angrily
Since you’re not celebrating a win, you really have no clue what to do with yourself, but you do know that the last thing you want to do is watch the TV and listen to LeBron give an interview. Not to mention, you’re pretty angry about your team losing. So the natural reaction is the walk away from the TV angrily.
Stage 3: NBA conspiracy theories
About five minutes after the game, the TV is off, and the only thing you can think about is how Draymond was suspended from Game 5 when he didn’t have to be, and how they could have won Game 5 if he hadn’t…and next thing you know, you’re 110% convinced that the NBA rigged the finals because they wanted LeBron to win a third championship (and their Instagram account doesn’t help exonerate them).
Stage 4: Denial and avoidance
These two actually go hand in hand, and appear the day after the loss. Basically, you deny the fact that the game ever happened, you convince yourself that it can’t possibly be true, and you avoid newspapers, TV channels like ABC, FOX, NBC, or CBS, and you decide it’s a great time to take a break from social media. Anything to avoid acknowledging the loss. As I’m writing this post, I’m still having trouble accepting that they lost.
Stage 5: Reality sets in
Or at least I assume so. I’m not there yet, so I don’t really know.