Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I review our 2024.
As Frank Sinatra (among others) once said, It was a very good year.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I review our 2024.
As Frank Sinatra (among others) once said, It was a very good year.
To borrow a hackneyed phrase… Merry Christmas, everyone!
Now break out the cinnamon rolls and sparkling cider because I’ve got a schedule to complete!
When the musician Prince died in 2016 I remember hearing the following metaphor, that Prince was the Rickey Henderson of music.
Prince wasn’t necessarily the greatest musician of all time (even his fans could point to others), but in certain ways he might have been. His voice, his songwriting, his style, to say nothing of his guitar skills. Every aspect was unique and distinctly him. Just his aura, overall, was so different from his peers it put him in a class by himself. Greatest of all time? Maybe not, but he’s in the conversation, and no one would brush you off if he was your sleeper pick for such.
And that’s Rickey Henderson.
Rickey Henderson was the Prince of baseball.
Sure, Rickey wasn’t Babe Ruth or Willie Mays or Ted Williams. And it’s hard to compare him to those greats because he was so different. If you want to compare Babe Ruth to Ted Williams you can look at their stats. Compare Babe Ruth to Rickey Henderson? That’s like comparing an apple and a book of matches. One really has nothing to do with the other. They’re both useful, I suppose, but in wildly different circumstances.
When I was a kid I fell in love with baseball, the game and its stars. The year was 1989, and on June 21 of that year Rickey was traded from the team of my youth, the New York Yankees, to the best team in baseball, the Oakland A’s. Yeah, the A’s added Rickey Henderson in the middle of their pennant defense. That’s like Prince sitting in with The Beatles. Needless to say the A’s won the World Series that year, as Rickey hit .441 in the playoffs, stealing 11 bases in nine games. Even though he now played for a rival, I allowed myself to still like Rickey Henderson.
At the end of the 1989 season Rickey was about to turn 31 years old. He’d already been in the majors for more than a decade, and some thought his best days were behind him. Sure, he’d break the all-time stolen base record (he would in 1991), but maybe I’d missed peak Rickey.
In 1990 Rickey hit .325 and led all of MLB with a .439 on-base percentage. He also led all of MLB in OPS, OPS+, and WAR, but nobody cared about those things then. His old-school stats were obvious enough, and he won the MVP award over a guy who’d hit 51 home runs, most in the AL since 1961. Rickey just did Rickey things so much better than anyone else, even sexy stat lines of home runs and RBIs couldn’t compete.
Listen to “Purple Rain” and other radio pop songs just sound silly.
Did Rickey hang on too long as a player? Maybe. By the 2000s he certainly wasn’t the player he was in the ’80s. But he was in his 40s after all, still a positive contributor for the 2000 Mariners, for example, a team with A-Rod, Olerud, and Edgar Martinez.
Rickey finally hung it up after the 2003 season, swiping his final few bags with the Dodgers at the age of 44. From 2000 to 2003 Rickey stole 72 bases in 92 tries, his 78% success rate not bad for a guy having completed a quarter century in the league.
Was Rickey Henderson my favorite player of all time? Probably not. Prince isn’t my favorite musician either. But damn those guys were electric, and three days ago when Rickey died the outpouring of tributes made it quite evident he was more than just another old ballplayer.
Rest in peace, Rickey Henderson. I’m sorry the current generation of fans didn’t get to see you play, but damn did you light it up for several generations of fans in your prime.
We’ll keep it lit, for ya.
On today’s episode of Math and Musings Franklin and I “finish” talking about our Christmas Schedule.
It’s not really finished, of course, until it’s finished.
I then quiz the boy on some Christmas trivia.
Because nothing’s really that fun unless we show off how smart we are about it.
My son is the perfect age, really, to watch the Home Alone movies. Both of them.
Recently he asked me whether there was a Home Alone 3.
Hmm.
It reminded me of a similar conversation I had with Michael O’Connell Sr. when I was 15 or so.
Hey Dad… is there a Godfather Part 3?
(Dad pauses.)
No.
And don’t ever ask me about my business, Kay.
Sometimes all you want for Christmas is a failed two-point conversion.
Thanks, Santa!
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I finish our Christmas schedule. That is, we finish describing our Christmas schedule. Finishing it won’t come until Christmas Day.
But for an update on our progress? Enjoy today’s offering.
Forget June in January. This is March in December. The new College Football Playoff bracket has brought a touch of March Madness to an already glorious season (I mean Christmas, not football), and I’m ready to jump on the 12-team-bracket bandwagon. As there will be every year, sure there’s a team or two at 13 or 14 that thinks it should be in, but such is life. And let me place one vote in favor of the delicious intrastate game between Notre Dame and Indiana, proof that the bracketmakers have a little sense of humor in their dealings.
And somebody, please, cue up “One Shining Moment”!
It’s Christmastime again. Time to make a list and check it twice.
You’ve heard me and Franklin talk about it on the two most recent episodes of Math and Musings: our Christmas list. Well, not Christmas list… Christmas schedule. “List” is the people I send cards to. “Schedule” is the things one must do between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Here’s the official schedule for 2024, now up to an even hundred.
Things to do between Thanksgiving and Christmas, 2024 edition.
Speaking of your TV… watch these Christmas specials.
16-19. Four episodes of The Wonder Years, Christmas-themed episodes from Seasons 2 and Seasons 4-6 (1988 and 1990-92)
And the full-length movies one must watch.
Certain things you’ll want to eat or drink…
Things to hear…
Other than Sinatra’s album (see #1) there are a few that must be listened to in their entirety.
Places to go…
Other things to see, hear, taste, read, do, or experience.
And finally, everyone has his or her own unique Christmas toys or games that have special meaning. For me I have two from my childhood and one from adulthood.
Today on Math and Musings Franklin and I continue our discussion of the Christmas schedule, things one must do between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
The day we recorded Franklin was sick and I do most of the talking.
He still upstages me somehow.
Enjoy.