Strap in

Fandom (and covering the NBA) as a car with accumulating dents, and small flashes of what smoothed the dents this last week.

In the dark, with the blackout shades still down, I open the map to find Dylan’s location. As the patently creepy tracking function finds its bearings and my eyes adjust to the bright greens and pale greys in chunks on my phone’s screen, Jeans stretches her furry body against my side, making a sound between purr and sleepy trill. George lifts his head f…