Petersburg, Virginia, Jan. 3, 1993. The Oilers lost to the Bills. It was neither better than nor worse than last Sunday’s Texans’ loss to the Kansas City Chiefs.

But at least this time I did not have to endure agony of defeat alone, thanks in part because I was at home; also because the internet kept me in touch with several people who shared their perspective as the game evolved, devolved, with victory disappearing like a well struck five-iron that doesn’t quite clear a water hazard.

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