It was 1:35 on Thursday afternoon. At that moment, I was still getting questions about Iona's bad beat on Monday, still collecting sob stories of folks who had the Gaels minus-4.
It will come as no surprise to anyone that I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer. But it was at that moment, as the anxiety of closing the magazine's MLB preview issue came to an end and I realized that I had a column due Friday morning, that I thought: Bad Beats! That could be a column. Brilliant.