Because I am a hateful, spiteful human being, months before EVO I would say to everybody in Melbourne that would listen:
“Man. I hope Daigo gets his hipster Evil Ryu blown up by a Ryu player at EVO. And I hope John fucking Choi’s the man who does it.”
I would say with furious and righteous anger.
I almost never get my way. My dreams are never realised. I’ve learned to not expect much when I hope for something.
Even the sun shines on a dog’s ass some days.