Confluence of Evil

Let's begin with an emendation of my previous statement about not hating the Yankees. If you cheer for the New York Yankees, but do not and never have lived in New York, northern New Jersey, or southern Connecticut, you are a massive tool. Take off your silly Chinese-letter-logo Yankees cap (it actually says "I'm an American wanker") and cheer for your own goddamn team. But more than that, hate the Yankees like it's your job. Hate every single one of them, and none more than Jeter. Your soul will feel better afterwards, I promise.

Take deep breaths, and feel the hatred go in with every inhalation, the tolerance and congeniality go out with every exhalation.

Very good job.

Now you can comprehend my hatred of the Lakers and Duke (basketball). So why I am exhilirated that Duke's Coach K---who's been operating under the impression that the letter K makes a "sh" sound---could very well be the next coach of the Lakers? Because when the targets of my hate join forces, my hatred becomes less diffuse, and hence, more potent.