This weekend I experienced probably the best thing I ever saw on a screen and also the worst.

The worst was Saturday night (actually Sunday morning), as my temporary team (that would be the Duke Blue Devils) lost its semifinal game against the Houston Cougars. A Duke win would have sealed my position at the top of my “company” bracket challenge, a position which carried no monetary prize, just bragging rights for a year. Way better than money. Duke’s collapse was up there with Mike Mussina’s near-perfect game, Game Seven of the 2001 World Series, and Tom Watson at the 2009 British Open. Soul-crushing. And setting up the final no one wanted to see.

At the other end of things, perhaps the greatest thing I ever saw, occurred for me Sunday afternoon, mere hours after I was crushed by the outcome of a basketball game.

I was at Alamo Drafthouse for the 5:00 showing of A Minecraft Movie, and damned if it wasn’t like the greatest movie I’d ever seen. I couldn’t explain to you the plot, couldn’t tell you a thing about Minecraft, but somehow it was ambrosia on the screen in a 1960s theater of the absurd sort of way.

It was also just what I needed.

(Pause for effect.)

And yeah, Alex Ovechkin’s record-setting goal was pretty good too.