I got over it last night before I went to bed. Credit the rum.
I'm back to being "not over it" today. I feel like I've been dropped from a jet at 15,000 feet, wearing a shirt of galvinized steel and a parachute made of Michael Sweetney. I'm not feeling alive.
This topic tag cloud at the bottom of Sam Amick's story on the disaster seems right.
A-yep.
The Kings had to lose three times on Tuesday. What were the odds of each loss?
Well, as we know, the Kings had a 25% chance of winning No. 1. FAIL.
Once the Clippers' 177 combinations were removed from the pot, the Kings had a 30.37% chance of winning No. 2. FAIL.
Once Memphis' 75 combinations were removed from the pot, the Kings had a 33.4% chance of winning No. 3. FAIL.
The ball numbered 1 was obviously never drawn -- the Kings and Wizards held all combinations which included that digit. Twelve Sixteen (!) times a ball came out of the hopper ... and never was it the No. 1 ball. (Edited: the Clippers won No. 1 and No. 2.)
This really, really sucks. Even when skill and talent and coaching and execution don't matter, the Kings still can't win.