So last night I get home from my fantasy baseball draft at about 12:30 and we were getting one of those 30 minute snow squalls, so I need to put both cars in the garage. I put one in and I’m going to the other car and I’m jolted by what I think is a large animal running from under the car. Probably to kill me or eat my leg. In truth, it was really my own shadow, reflected largely by the moon. I don’t recall ever being scared by my own shadow, but I’ll tell you what, I’m glad it was 12:30 and nobody saw me jump and shout like I did. Embarrassing. Note to anyone: having a 33-round fantasy baseball draft on a weeknight is not recommended.