Here is a random sampling of the texts I got Monday night at approximately 8:41 p.m. Eastern.

Tom Murphy?

Tom Murphy.

Who is Tom Murphy?

What is a Tom Murphy?

Who in the hell is Tom Murphy?

Oh man! Tom Murphy!

Tom Murphy?

It remains unclear how this has become my life, how I have reached a point (at my advanced age) where a 28-year-old backup catcher with the s…