My friend Meghan and I had had plans for Indian and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but our complete and utter DVD procurement failure modified the plans. Instead, The Cutting Edge (DB Sweeney at his most charming) and Indian, all finished up with plenty of time to catch up with the All-Star Game by the bottom of the first.

Shortly after Mauer knocked in the only run I can actually remember being happy to see Derek Jeter score, I clapped. “Look! Beckett! Hi!”

She laughed. “Sometimes I wonder if you say things like that, if you talk to the TV, when you’re sitting and watching by yourself.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Guilty. If it’s a game, I totally do.”

She grinned. “I figured you did. You are a treasure, my friend.”