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Fuck it, we ball (04/13/2026)
There's a three-point shooter who shoots 50% from three. National championship game. Down to the last shot. He's missed his last ten attempts.
The coach asks, "Who's taking it?"
He says "fuck it, we ball. I got it."
He shoots. Makes it. They win.
Afterward, a reporter catches him: "Why were you so confident taking that shot after missing ten straight?"
"Statistically," he says, "after I miss the first shot, I'm more likely to make the next one. After missing ten in a row, I'm way more likely to make the next one. 1 - 0.510 percentage."
The reporter pauses. "Does that mean if you make ten shots in a row, you're more likely to miss the next one?"
"Fuck no."
No matter what the situation is, he always believes he has an advantage.
Things I Kept Throwing Away (03/23/2026)
Bread arrives with every order, stale.
Mind elsewhere, I bin it on the way out.
One day, I didn't.
I ate it.
It didn't taste like much.
It tasted of everything.