They say bad things come in threes.
In a span of 24 hours I lost a basketball pool (thanks, Arizona), lost a Wordle streak, and somehow frittered away the end of my Spring Break.
The cure?
College basketball, MLB, and the Masters all in the same week.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I celebrate the start of the MLB season, perhaps a bit late to the party for 2026 but right on schedule to commemorate the anniversary of Opening Day 1989.
The day I fell in love with sports.
Enjoy.
Say “797-9960” to anyone who lived in the Binghamton area the past few decades and no one looks at you strangely.
They will respond as though provoked a la Pavlov…
Call Brozzetti’s for pizza to go!
That’s a legacy.
The man behind that legacy? His name was Aldo Brozzetti. He passed away last week at the age of 85, still attracting folks to his namesake pizzeria with a catchy jingle and delicious wares right up to his final years.
Mr. Brozzetti operated Brozzetti’s Pizza in Johnson City, New York, from 1959, when he took over the already decade-old store after his father’s passing. A man who lived his life in the pizza business? Yeah, I think 67 years qualifies.
Mr. Brozzetti was also a musician and an antique car enthusiast, the former producing the aforementioned jingle and the latter bringing him into the company of my father and his fellow autophiles. That’s how I knew Mr. Brozzetti. He and my dad were friends for years, and when I read that the recently deceased was 85 my initial thought was, wow, Brozzetti was so much older than my dad. No, my dad would turn 84 shortly, his car-filled days having ended too soon. Lesson: no matter how long or short, fill your lives with the things you love. Music, pizza, and cars are pretty much my favorite things too.
The jingle, the pizza, the ’32 Ford… they were all mentioned in Mr. Brozzetti’s official obit (Allen Memorial Home in Endicott: classic Tri-Cities Italian). But what was mentioned first? His wife, his children, his 14 grandchildren. The thing that brought him the most joy was watching his grandchildren… because that’s what he did, and that’s what he loved, and that’s how he and taught his family to love.
Now that’s a legacy.
Predicted two weeks ago on the podcast… a UConn-Duke final to determine who would go to the Final Four a la 1990.
Maybe Duke would break Connecticut’s heart again… maybe UConn would get it’s revenge.
Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting that.
Wow.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I discuss a bit of culture, as man cannot live on basketball alone.
Topics include our recent travels to D.C. art galleries and the artifacts therein.
Enjoy.
Ah, baseball, sweet baseball, and its opening… night?
Yeah, Opening Night tonight in Oracle Park, as the San Fransico Giants host the team of my youth, the New York Yankees.
Two of the most successful and storied franchises in sports facing off to start the season…
on Netflix.
Netflix?
Yeah, I guess–whatever gets the thing on your TV, right?
This truly is a new era.
For century-old baseball teams.
Eh.
Play ball!
It’s tough convincing people you’re smart when the thing you’re pointing to is that you went along with the experts, picking a bunch of higher seeds to advance in this year’s NCAA Tournament.
Sad thing is, if I’d picked all higher seeds I would have done better.
Shoot.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I are talking college basketball again.
What else, right?
This is March, and the greatest postseason tournament in sports now takes center stage.
Enjoy.
In a week and a half I went from not even caring about the World Baseball Classic to being heartbroken seeing an unfortunate ending to its championship game.
But sometimes when God closes a door He opens a window, no?
Cue the March Madness theme song.
It’s on.
I was wrong about two things re: this year’s World Baseball Classic.