Sometimes you hate to be right

“Prescient” is how one might describe Monday’s post, as I lamented the choice between football and baseball… and sleep.

Little did I know how right I would be, 18 innings and nearly seven hours later.

I never even switched to the Commanders’ game. Second half of that silliness probably caused more sleeplessness than a baseball all-nighter.

Yikes.

No Carson, just pizza

Yesterday we celebrated the 100th anniversary of the birth of one of my idols… Johnny Carson.

This is one of the many topics that Franklin and I do not discuss on this week’s episode of Math and Musings.

We do, however, discuss our recent “pizza tour” of Binghamton, New York, proving that Binghamton does have at least one thing going for it, much the way Johnny Carson could save a terrible act with a well-timed zinger.

Thank you, pizza.

I’m good with this World Series matchup

At the beginning of this year’s American League Championship Series I found myself pulling for the Seattle Mariners. After all, they’d never been to the World Series, a drought since their inception in 1977.

But on the Toronto Blue Jays bench there was a coach who’s had a drought since 1961, a certain Donald Arthur Mattingly, my hero since the Reagan administration.
With the Blue Jays win Donnie Baseball is finally going to the World Series, and this guy finds himself pulling for the team north of the border.
First time for everything.

Even more painful

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.

West coast blues

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!

Commanders in primetime tonight

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.