It had been a turbulent 12 hours, having awakened to horizontal sleet in Toronto, cut short a visit to lovely Niagara-on-the-Lake, marveled at a spring snow squall in Buffalo, waited out a 90-minute flight delay because a cockpit light had dimmed, and endured an overcrowded shuttle bus at 11:15 p.m. at BWI Airport. With my wife and son out of town, I would soon arrive to a lonely house.

I needed something to make me smile. (Besides the results of the Peeps Diorama Contest.)

While I hunted for my car in a parking garage the size of El Salvador, I saw the e-mail from Bob.

I had exchanged messages with him earlier. He wanted to know why the WPS match between Western New York and Boston hadn’t been included in The Post’s TV listings in the print edition. I pointed out that, except for games involving D.C. United and U.S. national teams, we typically don’t list Fox Soccer Channel events because it is a premium service. If we included every sporting event on every cable/satellite outlet, I explained, the compilation would fill the entire sports section. I also shared the link to this blog, which, each Thursday or Friday, offers a schedule of about 50 televised matches.

I didn’t expect to hear from him again, except maybe to question The Post’s judgement about what belongs in print. But I did hear from him, and the smile I pined for was delivered.

“Thank you for your response — I very much appreciate your taking the time to do that (and on a Sunday too!),” he wrote. “And I gained something — I found out about your blog! Keep up the good work.

“I am 89 years old and never thought it could happen but Olsen’s Army has moved into first place in my sports allegiance, ousting the Redskins. I’ll be damned. Bob.”

Thanks, Bob. You made my day. And probably Ben Olsen’s, too.