Last night I made the decision to watch the Thunder game. This may seem like a relatively easy choice, but when you're in a time zone 7 hours ahead of OKC, it's more like a commitment. It's also kind of a stupid thing to do when you're in the city of lights.
I'm not sorry.
I called my good buddy BJ, who I knew would understand the seriousness of my situation, and we decided that if we used FaceTime on our iPhones, he could hold up his camera to the tv and I could watch the game for free in the privacy of my hostel lobby from 3-5am. Honestly, I don't think "brilliant" is too strong of a word. In sum, thanks to the steady hands of both BJ and Kevin Durant, the Atlantic has failed to come between me and a Thunder victory. C'est la vie, Heat.
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