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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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. … Continue reading
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? … Continue reading
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! … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
It was almost 20 years ago (most of my stories these days seem to start that way), and I was in Tucson, Arizona, for an exhibition game between the Colorado Rockies and some kind of Mexican all-star team. Actually, it … Continue reading