I want to keep going but the technology wants me to go home. Nothing is working.
Thanks for joining me all year and thanks to Fairfax for giving me the opportunity to break new ground in rugby league journalism - or at least try, sometimes the ground caved in on me - this year.
Last night was my most intense and enjoyable experience covering a grand final, at least since 1989 when I was fresh out of school and covering the greatest grand final of all time.
At 46, I'm fresh out of a carefully maintained extended adolescence and that grand final has been eclipsed by an even better spectacle. There's a nice synergy to it as I might cover the next 30 grand finals this way - from a computer far away from the ground, immersed in the event without the distractions of catering, parking and shoddy media access.
To describe those last few moments live, direct to the reader, rather than to a copytaker or computer, was incredibly satisfying and enervating.