A sport of stats
As someone that doesn’t watch baseball, the whole fascination with statistics by fans and commentators leaves me bewildered. After all, to have stats means that you have to collect data. And then you have to massage that data. How do those involved find the time to watch the game? Oh, right; the games can be very long. Last evening, there were pages and pages of Twitter feed as the ongoing playoff match descended into the dark of night. With a final score of 13-12, and more than five hours of game play, this one will need a chapter in somebody’s “the numbers of the game” encyclopedia.
And why was I awake? I was waiting for the storm to start. That nothing really happened is just a byproduct.
This was a travel day, in our household. I was a spectator, taking periodic phone calls and keeping an eye on the bridge. If the windspeed goes beyond a certain point, cars and trucks can’t transit. Probably a good thing. Anyhow, the best gusts were close to 110 kph (more than double what I recorded here in my back yard), and trucks were restricted at one point.
Which leads me to mention a gift I received from one of my kids: a booklet produced back in the late ’40s, displaying some of the better tourist attractions here on the Island. I only wish that my kids had crossed on the Abegweit more times. That made living on an island into something real!
My family tree database passed the 71K mark this afternoon.
