Tonight I will shout in front of the television, wearing a lucky sweatshirt,
watching something happening hundreds of miles away, swearing,
crying tears of triumph or despair, frightening the dog, feeling connected to others
like me, who understand that, while winning is good, losing is not weakness.
It is fear or intolerance of losing that makes us weaker, less tolerant, less loving.
Still I will pray to the basketball gods that better angels may defeat lesser devils.
