There was so much hope on Monday night. For me, as I was trying to get to sleep for a 2:30 wakeup call to get to the airport, it was frustrating but sort of exhilerating that I couldn’t stop checking my phone. But I finally went to sleep hoping a deal had been struck. When I woke up, I saw that talks had broken up for the evening and they’d continue in the morning. I was optimistic, and as I wrote on Inside the Crown on Wednesday morning, I think I missed most of the signs that my heart was telling me to ignore.
Lesky’s Notes: Six games gone...how many more?
