and then there are games that are the equivalent of when your drug addict friend comes back and hands you a bag of coke and says 'I've got 5 grand to blow at the ***** bar' and you just lose your mind:
 
look at that boxscore, only 4 PFs and 10 TOs and we shot 60% from behind the arc and took 43 ftas and shot 68% from the field and had 70 rebounds

and then the next game happens and it's like the next morning where you wake up in your own vomit on some dead hooker's back and your supposed friend is nowhere to be found and neither are your credit cards