TYPICAL SIGHT

It is not unusual to walk through the MPC and see journalists sleeping over their laptops at all hours. I’m sitting next to one right now. You rarely have a clue what time of day it is, with people routinely departing for the village at the same time others are arriving to work. It’s pretty much a 17-day run of insomnia, which for this large a group of sportswriters means bad things for one’s health but good things for the third-floor bar at the MPC.