There was a time last season where I happened to recap a win, and the win was a well-played game, and it was decisive enough to hit the ground and scoot out of a room rapidly filling with smoke (I’m not going to look it up, although with 41 wins it shouldn’t be too hard), still somehow smiling.
Now, as it turns out, the whole house — hell, the entire block — burned to a crisp, and it wasn’t Mrs. O’Leary’s cow but Chris Getz, Pedro Grifol and Jerry Reinsdorf who lit the match.
But it’s always better to grin while writing a recap, or watching a game, or thinking about the next one.