Mind blown

Nineties redux continues at the O’Connell household, no trouble for my wife and me (who lived through the era), but sometimes a challenge for my son. Who was born in 2014.

Video games have brought him to the last century. My son is a ’90s video game juggernaut, and yes, I’ll take most of the credit on that. Okay, Super Mario Bros. 2 for the NES actually came out in ’88, but I started playing it in the ’90s. Actually played it through the ’90s and, well, still play it today, 30 years on.

Yesterday afternoon my son suggested I try to “jump down” at the beginning of World 3-1. Certain death, I assured him. No, no, Daddy, he said; just try it and see what happens.

Secret warp to World 5.

Mind blown.

My boy.

Nineties kid.

Rule #1 of life

AAA World, the bi-monthly publication of the American Automobile Association (that would be “Triple A”), has a section I gloss over in each issue called Public & Government Affairs. This month’s headline: “Traffic crashes and fatalities drop with stay-at-home orders.”

Yes! This is something I can work with!

The following is fantastic in more ways than one: With stay-at-home orders in effect in many regions of the country, cities and states across our club’s footprint were reporting that traffic volume had decreased by 50 to 70 percent, resulting in a reduction in car crashes in many areas.

Standard joke for many years: how to end car accidents… ban cars.

The piece continues: When traffic on roads lessened dramatically, however, some drivers took advantage of the situation to give “rush hour” a new–and dangerous–meaning. Law enforcement groups have reported that some of those still driving had begun to travel at higher speeds, sometimes well over posted speed limits.

This is rule #1 of life… people respond to incentives!

Marvelous. So marvelous.

MLB really starting now?

Anyone else think “the start of the baseball” season is beginning to feel a little like Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown?

(If I could draw this is where I’d place a picture of Lucy bent down holding a baseball for Charlie Brown to grab. Cue Charlie’s AAAAAUGH!)

’90s time!

It started with The Last Dance. Then it was Fuller House. Yes, the time is now for a full-on ’90s revival.

Think about it. Society has only about 30 years worth of material. About one generation, right? In the ’80s we had a ’50s revival: Back to the Future, wayfarer sunglasses, heck we even had a washed-up ’50s movie star as President! In the ’90s we had a ’60s redux. Woodstock ’94, anyone?

The 2020s are going to be ’90s central. People who grew up in the ’90s (that would include yours truly) are now, for better or worse, the people creating mainstream content and driving the mass-marketing bus. (Sorry to burst your bubble, teenagers… it’s always been people in their late thirties and forties.)

I’ve got my Pogs and Magic cards ready.

Seasons come and seasons go (thank God)

Those who take time to measure such things tell me today is the last day of spring. I say good riddance. Spring 2020 was probably the worst season I’d ever experienced (through no fault of my own I might add), and who among us can say much different? Did you winter in Stalingrad in 1943? Spend autumn right here in Virginia… in 1864? Date and place of the last plague, right?

Yeah, I’m ready for something else.

Just not the same

Summer vacation feels a little bit different this year. Not as good, in a phrase, as the usual benefits of summer remain off limits ’round these parts. I’ll be honest, too, with the way the schoolyear was cut short I didn’t feel as though I earned summer vacation as in years past.

Makes sense, I guess, that the thing I feel as though I didn’t earn… just isn’t that good.

Small light amongst the darkness

My whole life (so far) I’ve read travelogues and vacation guidebooks in a sort of Walter Mitty fashion, having no intention of actually undertaking any of the journeys described. I’ve always felt kind of guilty about that.

Not anymore of course!

Thanks, coronavirus, for this unforeseen benefit.

It’s better than you think

Last night I watched Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. For like the 20th time.

Unlike most people in the world (so it seems), I like the movie, and don’t understand why it’s received so much hate over the past dozen years. Honestly I think it’s as good or better than the second one, and closer to the original trilogy than it gets credit for; it’s no Phantom Menace.

Hard to believe it’s been 12 years since the movie premiered. It was May 22, 2008, and I was putting down a few bucks that evening towards its eventual take of $790 million. Not adjusted for inflation it’s actually the highest grossing Indy film.

Until the fifth one, of course, now slated to premiere July 29, 2022.

I’ve already taken that day off from work.

Today’s math lesson

It’s the last day of school, ’round these parts, but as we know learning never really stops.

Case in point, the NBA this week announced that the league would be “using winning percentage” to determine who would qualify for this year’s playoffs.

What the heck was it using before?

The NBA was founded in 1946, and though the exact playoff format has changed through the years it has always followed one pretty basic principle: the teams are ranked based on their wins and losses.

When teams all play the exact same number of games, yes, it is easier to see who has a better record. A team that wins 50 out of 82 games has a higher percentage of wins than a team that wins 49 out of 82. But what if the team that had won 49 only played 80 games? What then?

The thing you see every day labeled “Pct.” in the standings will give you an answer. This is “winning percentage,” all though I’ve always enjoyed pointing out that when it’s carried out to its standard three decimal places you’re no longer looking at a percentage (which is out of 100) but a fraction of 1,000. (You never hear that Ted Williams was the last 40 percent hitter.) In our above case, 49 of 80 is 0.613 (rounded to the nearest thousandth) and 50 of 82 is 0.610 (also rounded). Better record? Forty-nine out of 80. (Think of it this way–the team that went 50 for 82 went 49 out of 80, then went one out of two. One for two is only 50%, a “worse” percentage.)

With the coronavirus interruption to the 2019-20 season, teams have played and will end up playing differing numbers of games.

Time to break out the calculators!

See, you love doing math in the summer.

38

Yesterday I turned 38. An age that once sounded “old” to me. Not anymore.

Like all things these days, the celebration that occurred to mark such was not exactly as I had anticipated, or planned in those heady times known as pre-corona.

But a milestone achieved nonetheless.

And in true O’Connell birthday tradition, a further description can be found here.