What Is Happening? Bulls On A Six Game Winning Streak And Every Pathetic, No-Good, Terrible, Weak, Vulnerable Inch Of Me Is All In

The deeper we go into this rabbit hole the scarier it becomes. I legitimately don’t know what’s going on with the Bulls right now, and I’ve given up trying to understand it. Kris Dunn, a guy who last year was in “too soon to call a bust?” conversations, is playing lights out.  Niko Mirotic, the guy who struggled to confidently shoot the ball after his first season, is making everything he throws up and has brought confidence, wins, and dare I fucking say it, swagger back to his team. I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT. The Bulls are supposed to suck! None of this is supposed to happen! I’m actually having fun watching them; do you know how weird that is?

The Bulls beat the 76ers last night, and after watching the highlights I was shocked. Yeah our defense is like Swiss cheese but we shot the fucking lights out. Also, the Bulls lead most of the game up until the end of the 4th quarter. The 76ers went on a run and ended up ahead 107-99 with just over three minutes left, MASSIVE MOMENTUM SWING. Any other year, the Bulls lose this game. Whether it’s because they can’t handle the mental-punch-in-the-mouth of a late lead change, or because they just don’t have the guy- they lose this game, but not this time. This time the Bulls go on a 15-2 run and close out the game with confidence, efficiency, and a little bit of cold blood.

Needless to say I’m in trouble. These Baby Bulls have put their horns into me and I can’t get free. Before this season I was fully sold on the “tank and draft” plan, WHICH IS THE RIGHT PLAN. But now I’m thinking, maybe it would be better to try and make the playoffs, you know, get free agents excited about Chicago again. Good news is that the Bulls are still 15 games back from first place, so they’ve got plenty of time to think about whether it’s a good idea or not. God what am I saying?

Here we are again, the honeymoon stage, the time where everything’s looking up. But things like this don’t last for Bulls fans. They just don’t. So fear not, my heartbreak is coming. It may not arrive today, tomorrow, or the day after, but it’s somewhere out there. Lurking. Waiting. I know it is.