Earth Log Entry #17: Hoopus Interruptus
Sonny, Chad, and Vanessa were on the couch watching the NBA playoffs.
TV blaring. Final minutes.
Chad was standing. Vanessa was pacing.
Sonny sat on the couch, watching stoically and crunching numbers on his laptop. “The Timberwolves still have a 48% chance of winning the game.”
Vanessa glanced over. “You’ve been saying that for five minutes, Good Will Hunting.”
Sonny didn’t look up. “The probability has remained consistent.”
Chad gestured with his hands. “We’re good. A couple stops and we’re in control.”
Vanessa took a sip of her soda. “Yeah, we just gotta stop the best scorer in the league.”
Chad shrugged. “If anybody can shut him down, it’s us.”
Sonny looked up. “Win probability has dropped by four percentage points.”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
They all looked to the door, then at each other.
Chad turned back to the TV. “Not a great time.”
Sonny stood and walked to the door. “Someone appears to require access to us.”
He opened it. “Oh. Hello, Dale.”
Dale sauntered in, bathrobe on. “Hey Sonny. Hey y’all. Quick question…you guys know when Chipotle closes?”
Vanessa gestured toward the TV. “Not now, Dale!”
Chad looked over. “Really bad timing, dude.”
Sonny, still at the door, folded his arms. “Your timing is suboptimal, Dale.”
Dale chuckled nervously and backed toward the door. “Okay…I’ll just give ’em a call.”
Sonny closed the door and sat back down.
Shot goes up.
Ball clanks off the rim.
Horn sounds.
Sonny glanced at his laptop. “…0%.”
Vanessa dropped onto the couch. “We can see that.”
Chad stood frozen, hands on his head. “…that was it.”
The door cracked open. Dale poked his head in. “Chipotle closes at 11.”
They all turned and glared at him.
Dale nodded. “Just FYI.” He closed the door.
Sonny took out his Earth Log device and began typing.
The Timberwolves suffered a season-ending defeat today. Chad and Vanessa appear emotionally compromised. I will monitor their recovery. Chipotle remains operational until 2300 hours.