Last night I was watching Tim Lincecum get reamed by the Dodgers, eventually turning the TV off in disgust when the score was 5-1.
This morning I was sitting at the computer and thinking “I need some coffee, but I’m out of the good coffee.” At that very moment, my doorbell rang. I went to the door and was greeted by a package containing one pound of Blue Bottle coffee. Delighted, I started the French press and sat back down at the keyboard to wait.
I decided I’d check the Giants score from last night to see how badly we’d lost. The score loaded just as the timer informed me that my coffee was ready.
And it was pretty much a perfect moment.
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