Month: September 2017

Two friends I loved like a brother and sister got divorced last year. Last night someone who’d just found out about it texted me wondering what happened. “Things Fall Apart,” I said, with a nod to Keats and Achebe. The simple answer is the easiest, but behind every decision to walk away, there’s a story. We rarely know all of anyone’s story but our own, and we’re often not self aware enough to even know that. In Kyrie Irving’s case, there’s far more we don’t know than what we do. So we speculate, and as the jilted ones, probably do so bitterly.