I HATE myself for writing this blog. I do. I try to pull myself away from the Ball family as much as possible but I just can’t do it. It’s like sports gambling. Once you’re in you’re HOOKED and there’s no way of backing out.
You always tell yourself, “Okay, I’m done. This isn’t good for the soul. Maybe I’ll try some yoga. Maybe hot yoga. Anything. Just get this out of my system.”
And you do. You feel good. You start jogging and convince yourself that you’ve exercised these demons. They’re gone. You start bragging to all of your friends that you’re 25 days sober of the Balls.
Whatever. You log onto Facebook and you see that face. You know.
Nah. You don’t need it. You don’t right? Why would you? Maybe a dabble. Just one click. Whatever, you’re cleared. You’re clean. They aren’t even apart of your life anymore. And next thing you know, you’re huddle in the corner of your room. You’re hooked again.
The Ball family. They won’t go away. I hate them. But I NEED them.
Really though I’m going to watch this episode. I need to. I feel bad for Lonzo. Everyone wants him to fail because his dad is a clown. It isn’t his fault, he was born this way.
And let me tell you, the length he went to for this is impressive. I think I may be a Lonzo guy but only a Lonzo guy.
Written By: Nick Quaglia (@NickQuag)