The Nets are walking into our house where culture beats lottery picks every single night.

If Tatum shows up ready to work instead of drifting through the first half like he's window shopping, we'll beat Charlotte by fifteen, but knowing this team's capacity to break my heart I'm half-expecting LaMelo to drop 40 on us.

The Suns are walking into San Antonio tonight and Book's gonna remind everyone why we mortgaged our entire future for a guy who was already carrying us anyway.

Look, Luka's gonna drop 38 on 55% shooting and we'll still find a way to lose by 4 in overtime because role players forgot how to shoot a basketball, mark it down.

Giannis didn't carry us through a Finals run to lose to the Bulls at home, so unless the basketball gods want to remember I exist only to suffer, we're running this one out.

The Pistons are bad enough that even my cursed soul believes Ant can drag us across the finish line tonight.

I've watched enough Clippers heartbreak to know Denver's got more horses in this barn, but Kawhi's healthy tonight and that's always the wildcard that keeps me from sleeping well before tipoff.