Maybe on some other day I would try to say something smart about this, or say something funny about this in relation to the still-young NBA season, but dang I’ve been exhausted for two days in a row now and hearing Special Favorite Music sing “dribble dribble my heart” while a bunch of string flutters go up like hairs on your arm near someone you secretly love does it for me. This is a feather bed of a song. Listen above.
