Some nights you’re sitting on your bed after work, eating a bowl of chocolate Chex, texting your best friend and waiting for Doctor Who to load on Netflix when all of a sudden you remember the evening you said good-bye to your best friend, and a single tear falls into your bowl of cereal.
I named my fantasy Premier League team Schrodinger’s Cats because is the team dead? Is it alive? TECHNICALLY IT’S BOTH. At least until the season ends and the hypothetical “box” is opened.
Obviously this is a vast generalization of that thought experiment, but I love the sentiment.
Shout out to John Green (fishingboatproceeds) for A) mentioning Schrodinger in Will Grayson, Will Grayson, B) loving Premier League football, and C) helping me get to know the meninblazers during the World Cup so I could get involved with the Premier League fantasy stuff.
Me: What should I do w/ my 4 day weekend coming up?
Me: I’d need friends for that
Me: Friends I like enough rather
Me: I can’t just go to Yellowstone with anyone
Bex: That’s very true
Me: They’ve gotta be WORTHY