I’m still bitter about that stupid game on Sunday night. I don’t have a lot of faith in the outcome being any different tonight. In fact, I think the Clippers are going to blow them out tonight. Some might think I am a fair weather fan or even a bandwagon guy, but that’s not the case. The Clippers now know all they have to do is just play tough defense and make Suns players who are not named Booker or Durant beat them.
I’m hoping I’m wrong. Hopefully the Suns will take care of business and then go to LA and get another win and get home court advantage back. If I had to put money on it, though, I would bet on the Clippers and that hurts my heart.
There is an old expression related to people being scared that people use that talks about jumping out of one’s skin. Both Paul and Marcy would have described what happened when Paul tapped Marcy on the shoulder as such. To say both were unnerved would be an understatement, but Marcy screaming at his touch left Paul as shaken as his wife clearly was in that moment.
“What happened?” Paul asked.
“You scared the shit out of me, that’s what happened,” Marcy replied.
She sat down hard on the couch and Paul picked up the DVD box that Marcy had thrown on the floor when he had startled her. Paul studied the cover to see if he could see what he had seen Marcy staring so intently at just a few seconds before. It was just the same old cover he had seen a hundred times if he had seen it once.
“What were you looking at? You were staring at the box like you had seen a ghost.”
You don’t know the half of it, she thought. Inside her head, she could hear Jimmy laughing.
“You scared me,” she repeated.
“Is everything okay, babe? You look rattled.”
“I’m fine. I think I was in some weird sort of daydream.”
“Well, let’s put the movie away and go get the kids.”
“Okay, Paul. Sorry babe. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
“No worries,” said Paul as he touched the eject button on the DVD player. He looked into the player, but there was no DVD.
“Did you already grab it?”
“No. It’s not in there?” Marcy asked.
“That’s weird. I don’t remember touching it last night and the box is empty. It’s not like you to let that out of your sight,” he said.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Jimmy said sarcastically in Marcy’s head. “I’m in a safe place. I have a question for you. Tell him you need to pee before you go.”
(to be continued)
See you tomorrow.
Yep. Coming to a stomach near you in July.