You're too kind. I guess the point is: I missed an hour in the middle of the game. And though I missed little in the way of game-altering action, and the time was, by most measures, probably better spent on the struggling dog, the groceries, and the recovery of my reading glasses, there remains an absurd but haunting notion in the back of my mind that suggests the outcome would have been different had I remained loyally at my screen, rooting on players who can't hear me and don't know of my existence. It's stupid, but I was on thread duty for the last five games and they won, despite almost exclusively playing catch-up ball. I was on thread duty for a sixth game, they fell behind, and then they fell further behind, and lost, as I missed the middle innings. It's stupid, but part of me feels compelled to step up and own that loss.