I can't speak to the exact feeling, but I imagine that the last three minutes of Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals between the Boston Celtics and Heat approximated the feeling of having a maximally invasive surgery with no anesthesia.Here's a non-exhaustive list of all the things I found myself doing during that stretch:
- Adjusting my position on the lucky couch cushion to maximize luck-boostPraying- Seeing my smart-watch inform me that it sensed I was stressed before asking if I was okay- Involuntarily screaming, "NO!!!" when anyone on the Miami Heat hit a three- Becoming legitimately afraid of Jimmy Butler- Began mentally writing this article about the loss after Jimmy Butler made three of the most clutch free throws I have ever seen, saying how... "It shall hence be known that Jimmy Butler is the greatest clutch performer who hast ever walked this earth.
- Adjusting my position on the lucky couch cushion to maximize luck-boostPraying- Seeing my smart-watch inform me that it sensed I was stressed before asking if I was okay- Involuntarily screaming, "NO!!!" when anyone on the Miami Heat hit a three- Becoming legitimately afraid of Jimmy Butler- Began mentally writing this article about the loss after Jimmy Butler made three of the most clutch free throws I have ever seen, saying how... "It shall hence be known that Jimmy Butler is the greatest clutch performer who hast ever walked this earth.
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