The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend

For beating the Detroit Pistons, I hope that the Miami Heat will be crushed by the Dallas Mavericks in the NBA Finals. I wonder if my ex-officemates, let's just call them Oliver and Dick to protect their privacy, share the same loathing for the teams that sent their favorite clubs packing.
Oliver is the most luckless among us. He is a diehard fan of the New Jersey Nets and San Antonio Spurs who were sent packing early in the competition; Dick was more fortunate because the Phoenix Suns got booted only in the Western Conference Finals. So, if their minds run parallel to mine, I bet that Oliver is torn between laughing at the two consecutive losses of the Miami Heat (the team that sent the Nets home after winning a token victory) or wishing that Wade and Shaq will make Dirk and his crew pay dearly for eliminating the San Antonio Spurs. As for Dick, he is probably crossing all his fingers for Miami to win.
It's true that you, sometimes, you treat people who make your life miserable as your hero and friend even though you will never meet.
As for misery loving company, Chauncey Billups and the other Pistons will be joined by Tim Duncan, Manu Ginobili (Tony Parker is on vacation with Eva Longuria!), and the other ill-fated superstars a Loser's Convention. There, they will sulk, pig-out thanks to depression, and cheer for the team that is avenging them. But I don't think that avenging another team's loss is the primary motive of the title contenders for playing it rough, tough -alright- dirty.

-by Prospero E. Pulma Jr.