The Wind up, the Pitch: All Wound up...how did I wind up here?

Where, What, How? As the player was queried by the sideline reporter, "Where, what, and how are you gonna' unwind now that the Super Bowl has come and gone, now that your team has won? Oh, and can you also tell us all on international TV, how did you end up, wind up, winning this Game of Games?" Across the pitch, in the ditch...

How?! "How, just how did you, my star defensive back, wind up in the wrong place, letting that guy get free to catch the winning catch?! After we simulated, scrimmaged this exact play in practice a zillion times over...we knew they would wind up using this play at some point?! #*&$ !!

Group Text: What are you all going to do to cope since you are still so wound up, pent up with frustration, whether due to this stupid Super suspension of time due to COVID, or the stupid way your team lost in the Super Game? Who's to blame? 

Winners, Whiners, Winders:  So many mysteries to un-wind. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Instead, let's back up to where this all started. Before we talk about un-winding, we should first revisit the genesis, the incipient onset, the insidious nature...how the thing in hand (on our wrist, to be more exacting, to the hundredth of a second), got wound up in the first place... 

A Series of Complications: Another description, definition of a good Swiss watch, especially what's traditionally termed an "automatic", one that never needs a battery. But, on the other hand (or wrist if you'd like to occasionally switch to throw off the paparazzi who are taking tons of photos of both the winners and losers after the Game, to see what company is paying them to feature their best and newest watches), "automatic" only works if there's a sufficient amount of movement to assist the movements...just the right amount of tension to keep the internal springs tense, wound. Otherwise, you'll have to invest in a 'watch winder', one which simulates your movements, to keep it wound up when you, yourself have wound down. Titrated tension, just the right amount over a period of time, to keep things wound up. Mechanisms and machinations that keep the watch itself wound, but now our own level of 'wound-ness', as in bp, heart rate, and number of steps we took to get wound up any particular day. Wound all around, mounds of it or, on the other hand, finding yourself winding up there (on "the mound", that is)...if you are a pitcher, that is, whose attempt to wind up is assisted by a strip of rubber (called "the rubber", simple enough), but who are also guided by rules so as not to have upper hand, once the tension of the wind-up gives way to releasing the ball, itself a product of very tightly wound materials, directed to the waiting batter, who has been trying their best to stay relaxed, bat in hand(s), who attempts to meet it with such directness and force that it might just wind up with the fans, in the stands. Most of whom have come to the enjoy a prized past-time, simply to un-wind, to watch...not so complicated, after all.  

OK, just enough time and space to wind this up...