So this is why I can't be trusted to do anything at all.

Today I lived a dream. I got to go cover Celtics Media Day. My favorite day of the year. I got to sit in and ask players about the upcoming season and go back to my roots as a sports reporter.

Everything was great. The players were great. I took off right after the last player presser. My phone was ready to die, and I was ready to get home and go over all the sound I had gathered.

I hopped in my new Nissan Rogue (which I have named T'Challa). I lead T'Challa to start pulling out to the right, as we were parked on a grassy area next to the road to get out of the area. Right as I start pulling out, I check my passenger side mirror to see some little black car come zipping around the corner.

I slammed on my breaks thinking, "What a maniac!" He stopped too. Annoyed, I flag the guy along, because obviously this big shot must be more important than me, apparently. He pulls up next to me smiles, says thanks and zips away.

Turns out the guy was absolutely more important than me, since that man was Kyrie freakin' Irving.

Imagine it. I could never live with myself if I got in a car accident with the Celtics' best player. What if he got hurt? He just got back from his knee injury, and now here I come to ruin everything!

This is why the Celtics need me as far away from their players as possible. I'm only going to get my clumsy self in the way and probably ruin everything.

Luckily, we missed each other. Kyrie went on his way and probably has already forgot that I ever existed. I went on my way and I'll remember this day for the rest of my life.

So, yeah, sorry everyone. I'll stay away from all our local sports teams from here on out. I promise.

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