....You ruin the bragging rights at work of a 5 year perfect attendance, call your boss and give very descriptive accounts of the sickness you have and the excretions caused by said illness, because the player you are bidding on auction ends during work hours.
.....You are still so confused/furious/melancholy/suspicious/distracted by last nights loss, and you are mulling it over in your head as you walk, trip on a curb and skin your elbow shoulder and face on the pavement in front of twenty people. When you get up and brush off you go right back to where you were in the third quarter, when it all fell apart.