A year ago, during the Dodgers-Giants game in the ALDS, my friend Kasey turned to me and asked if I was alright. It wasn’t that anything was wrong, per se, but that I was rapidly cycling through watching the game intently, then grabbing my phone and furiously tapping out something, occasionally laughing to myself as I did it. I immediately felt self-conscious — which is to say I acted as I usually do — and apologized for being on my phone, before he said not to worry, it just “looked like I was having a lot of fun.”