I’ve got a brand-new giant television in my living room, approximately the size of a Pontiac. It’s twice as big my old TV, and it makes watching content somehow more than twice as enjoyable.
It also makes watching my hometown NFL team (that would be the Washington Commanders) take an ass-whooping at the hands of a division rival somehow more than twice as painful.
Gotta ask a math teacher exactly how that one works.
Today’s episode of Math and Musings was recorded on Yom Kippur. (That was October 2 for those of you in the goyim.) Franklin and I bring out the Blooket with some Yiddish expressions; hilarity ensues.
You’re welcome.
I wouldn’t mind seeing a Dodgers-Mariners World Series, though I’m a bit concerned about the timing of it all. I can barely stay up for the end of games on the east coast, let alone any that would start out west. Accommodate west coast audiences and I’m falling asleep about the third inning!
I’m always nervous when watching my local NFL team (that would be the Washington Commanders) play in primetime. They don’t exactly have the greatest track record in these things, and I hate to wait all day to see a game that goes south.
Still the same, I do look forward to tonight, knowing that it very well could end with said local NFL team sitting tied atop of the NFC East.
That’s worth waiting for.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I discuss a recent trip to Winchester, Virginia. As goes our usual routine, on this day we do something interesting and eat something interesting.
And then record a podcast about it.
One down, two to go, for the Bronx Bombers. I’m not sure what good I did to deserve this, or what deal I’ll have to make with what devil going forward, but if I’ve got to pull some upside-down version of Joe Hardy shenanigans I’m prepared. File it under worth it because last night was like ambrosia on TV.
TV. Ha. That thing that lets me watch the baseball picture. I’m hooked for at least one more day.
Honestly I’m starting to hate the fact that the Yankees won their series against Boston last week, as it’s caused me nothing but grief since. I haven’t given up yet though. Winning three straight games ain’t gonna be easy, but it ain’t impossible either.
When I finally give up and call it fall, at least I’ll have a couple of winning teams to follow. My local NFL team–that would be the Washington Commanders–put together an improbable come-from-behind win yesterday, placing them just a game out of first in the NFC East. And the college to which I have no affiliation but an affinity for its football team? Don’t look now, but the University of Notre Dame is back to 16th in the nation, winners of three in a row.
See, it is possible.
A Thursday Night Football classic is great, a Yankees playoff win is even better, and a random mid-week day off (thank you, Yom Kippur) tops them both , but today on Math and Musings Franklin and I are talking about the greatest thing fall has to offer: fall festivals.
From corn mazes to apple cider donuts, nobody does it better than Cox Farms, and Franklin and I are giving them 15 minutes of free advertising today.
And into cyberspace for eternity.
You’re welcome.
There’s a reason why the baseball lords but the Yankees and Red Sox in primetime.
They do play great games.
And even though last night’s contest between the team of my youth–that would be the New York Yankees–and the rivals of my youth–that would be the Boston Red Sox–didn’t work out exactly as I’d planned, well, at least the baseball lords (a.k.a. the suits who schedule these things) know to keep putting these games when working stiffs can watch them.
The thing about baseball is, you play every day, so there’s always another game tomorrow.
Unless you’re the Yankees and you can’t pull out a win.
Because this time there’d be no tomorrow.
Hope to see ya Thursday, team!
Whoever said wake me up when September ends must have been talking about the Major League Baseball season, no?
With 162 games down we now enter the postseason, which technically starts in September and ends (possibly) in November.
That’s a lot of postseason.
No complaints though.
There were so many great storylines this year it’s hard to pick a favorite, but I’ll give it a try.
Kyle Schwarber finally had a good season.
Yeah, he was a World Series hero, had made a couple All-Star teams, and even got MVP votes a few years, but in 10 Major League seasons prior to this year Kyle Schwarber’s career WAR was 15.3.
(I know, I know, mine was zero over that same span–actually infinitely negative–but this guy makes $20 million a year.)
This year Schwarber played in 161 games, had 340 total bases, hit 56 home runs, and drove in 132. That’s good no matter how old school or advanced your metrics are.
I still think he’s wildly overrated, but the postseason is where legends are made, and he’s been a beast in the postseason since his rookie year.
He’s got only one ring though, and that was in 2016.
Phillies NLDS Game One is Saturday.