The Mets had once again just dropped back-to-back gut-punch losses. My Strat-O-Matic team was somehow performing even worse, which is really saying something because unlike the Mets, my roster doesn't have actual human beings making millions of dollars. So there I was sometime around midnight, staring at my bedroom ceiling, watching imaginary box scores bounce around my head like a pinball machine. But if you've read any of my previous work—whether it was my deep dive into "T