You're not going to take a $20 bill today when you could be a millionaire two years from now if you were patient, right?
Of course not. $1 million buys you a lot more burritos than that $20 ever could.
Right now, any number of Tuesday Morning Thibodeaus are likely grumbling on the train about how this series would've been different if Derrick Rose decided to play in this series.
But mortgaging the sustained glory of the future for a brief burst of cheers in the present makes about as much sense as choosing a twenty over a million.
Imaginary alternate universes exist in the deepest recesses of our minds because the existing physical one doesn't always shine the light of fortune upon those we favored.
That is, of course, a fancy way of saying it's time for all of us to see this Bulls team for what it is—a bunch of guys who provided us with a much needed distraction from the city's awful baseball teams and gave us reason to believe a team of scrubs could knock off the vaunted Heat.
Maybe Rose's premature return would've staved off elimination by a game or two, but it certainly wasn't going to end with this team reaching the promised land.
Monday's loss was about as tough to swallow as the realization that hits you in your 20s that you're not going to save the world after all, despite your idealistic fantasies.
But it was inevitable. There are no two ways about it.
This team wasn't built for this year. It's a refrain Cubs fans have been repeating since what feels like the dawn of time, and it's never been more relevant to a Chicago team than it is to the 2012-13 Bulls.
That pot of gold is on the horizon, even if it means tripping over our shoelaces once or twice on the road to Happily Ever After.
Matt Lindner is a RedEye special contributor.
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