Looking further down, he saw that almost every comment featured an animated clip of Wang Yi scoring, followed by the caption: "This is for you."
It had only been an hour since the game ended, and there were already tens of thousands of similar comments.
If Bales or Pierce had seen tens of thousands of comments roll in within an hour, they would have been thrilled.
But Spike Lee wasn't a dedicated Wang Yi hater, making money from trashing him.
Seeing the comments section completely overrun left him both furious and helpless.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
What did helpless rage look like?
Right now, Spike Lee was the very picture of it.
Back when he and Reggie Miller had traded barbs courtside, he hadn't been nearly this angry.
The worst part was that he was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, when you lost, you had to keep your mouth shut.
As Spike Lee saw it, only the winner had the right to speak.
They'd lost the game. What right did they have to say anything, much less trade insults with all those fans?
With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and shut down the comments section.
He thought that would finally give him some peace and quiet, but half an hour later, he spotted a trending topic on Twitter:
<Spike Lee Shut Down Comments After Wang Yi Took Him Down!>
Seeing the trending topic, Spike Lee felt utterly miserable.
Wasn't he allowed to live?
Losing the game was bad enough, but now he'd been hounded into closing the comments section;
he could live with being hounded into closing it, but then it had to become a trending topic, too.
Some people might enjoy trending, but damn, being hounded into closing your comments and then