Always armed with a litle lie to help myself through hard times, I tried to take comfort in the benefits of being home: a) the pleasure of being able to watch the Orioles again b) escaping RS Nation without any mishaps, c) getting to see the cat again, who I always miss a lot, and d) the anticipation of the joy in affixing my new bumper sticker, which reads, “I don’t brake for Y’s fans,” (except it spells out that word).