As if I needed any more proof of His existence, last night God showed Himself to me. After seeing a delightful little story about LeBron James's arrogance I decided I would watch the NBA Finals (plural? Really? I know there's up to seven games but surely each one is a constituent part of the "final", singular?). However, after finding a decent stream and struggling to see the point in the end-to-end-to-end-to-end play of two very evenly matched sides, I abandoned the idea and resolved to only watch basketball in dunk contest and, pertinently, last-two-minutes form.
I did, however, leave the stream running, but barely audible, as I read a couple of chapters of Frankie Boyle's Work! Consume! Die! and fell asleep. I awoke, extraordinarily, extremely early and looked up to find the stream somehow still active and the game entering the final two minutes of the fourth quarter. God reveals Himself.