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.
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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.
1. I did get swept up in the excitement and totally carried away as a fan.
2. We certainly have not dominated thing.
One more win. We can do this. U-S-A! U-S-A!
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I celebrate our semiquincentennial episode of the podcast in this semiquincentennial American year. We’re actually the third of three podcasts I follow that have hit that number within the past few weeks.
Also on the episode my son and I talk a little college basketball, what we’ve seen this year in person and plan to see on the big screen come Big Dance time.
Brackets out Sunday, y’all!
Everybody has a story about what he or she did during the pandemic to stay sharp or stay sane or however we want to describe it.
Hard to believe it, but that was six years ago, and I don’t think I’ve ever disclosed one of the two projects I began in Spring 2020 while we were all in quarantine.
Watch every episode of The Simpsons.
Sure, I’d already seen probably 85% of them, but yeah, there were plenty I hadn’t seen, and many that I hadn’t seen in 20 years, so it was worth going through all the episodes, in order, here in 2020.
And 2021, and 2022, and 2023…
The journey ended Sunday night, when I watched the last episode.
Well, the most recent episode.
Seeing every episode of The Simpsons, all 800-plus of them, took me only six years.
Or 37 years, depending on how you look at it.
(Pause for effect.)
My other pandemic goal?
I’ve mentioned this one before. That I was to read (yes, read) every issue of Playboy magazine.
I just finished the July 1970 issue.
Just another half century to go.
Never in my life had I heard more advertisements for anything, ever, as I did this weekend for the beginning of Daylight Savings Time.
Everywhere I went people–in person and virtually–were encouraging me to prepare to set my clocks ahead, encouraging me to set my clocks ahead, and then following up and checking whether I had set my clocks ahead.
I never had this kind of warning or encouragement when, you know, we actually had to set our clocks ahead.
This is 2026; the things that tell time just know to change when they’re supposed to. I don’t think I could adjust the time on my phone or computer if I tried.
In an earlier era, when, as once described on an episode of Seinfeld, “they just tell you the night before,” yeah, people would screw this up all the time. But now? I have no recourse against whatever time my phone says it is. None of us does. If the phones ever wanted to conspire against us… they totally could.
Don’t give ’em any ideas.
Oh crap, they probably just saw that. No sense in deleting, some AI bot already scraped it.
Shoot. Sorry, everyone.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I talk about his namesake and my best friend for all eternity, Joe Sullivan. Franklin and Joe never got to meet, but as with many people I’ve met in the past 20 years, Franklin has heard so many stories about Joe it’s as though they went to TJ, St. Thomas’, and Skate Estate together through all those years that started with 19.
If any of those references make sense to you, this episode is for you.