I picked up my phone and looked at it at approximately 3 PM CT on Friday. I’d been spending time with family, away from things for about an hour.
My Face ID didn’t work right away, but I immediately knew something had happened. My Anthony Edwards-inspired lock screen was engulfed in notifications, unreadable as my phone failed to recognize me.
The group chat had a message from each member.
The ESPN and Bleacher Report notifications piled up, unchecked.
One missed phone call from a friend.
Three text messages.
Tens of messages in the Canis Slack chat.