No Spoilers

Being on the wrong side of the planet means that on days of interesting NBA games I have to pay close attention to avoiding spoilers if I want to watch the game after work without knowing the final score.

Despite the shoddiness of the NBN, NBA spoilers are everywhere in Australia almost instantly. They're on Facebook and Snapchat and in overheard conversations in the kitchenette. They're visible in a particular team's jersey or hat worn by someone walking down Rundle Mall. They're on the TV at the gym and sometimes they're in the horribly-designed NBA App itself when "No Scores" isn't incongruent with "BTW all these particular games went to Overtime"

Today I was trying to make it home to watch the first-ever facing-off of Kevin Durant and Russell Westbrook. Westbrook had been killing it ever since Durant left the Thunder to play for Golden State. It promised to be an exciting encounter.

I'd made it through the whole day and I was bustling to the train station so I could put the cricket and NBA on at the same time and drink a glorious beer and then I saw him. A dude in front of me was wearing an OKC Thunder top. I cursed internally. I thought the dream was over.

My momentum carried me closer and I saw it was a Kevin Durant top.