…so I promise not to post anything more on the subject for the rest of the day. Unless Rufus brings it up.
I couldn’t ignore this one, though. The Cleveland Indians scored seven runs in the ninth inning last night to beat the Tampa Rays 11-10. They had trailed by ten runs in the game.
Here’s a graph of the win expectancy of the Indians over the course of the game:
I’m actually just using the game as an excuse to show you this site, where I got the graph. It’s full of good graphs and junk.
Seven runs in the bottom half of the last (regulation) inning? Favorite team or not, yawn. Get all those runs with two outs, with the championship on the line, and I’ll be impressed. Glory days, in the wink of a young man’s eye…
Check out the corded cell phone the guy in the light blue polo is wielding. It’s probably connected to a base unit and battery larger than a ‘72 Ford Pinto.
If memory serves correctly, Rufus, it was a 1980 Chevette, Warren/Youngstown being a GM/Packard-Electric town and all.
Ah, the glory days…
Mine were at the national finals of the “Mental Olympics” held in Akron, Ohio.
Connecticut came in 49th. I still can’t show my face in Hartford.
That graph kind of looks like an aerial view of the path Mets relief pitcher Ken Takahashi’s ball rolled when it fell out of his hand, on Sunday’s game. Now we need an MRI of his brain to find out why he still thought it was in his hand and went through with pitch.
Why an MRI? An autopsy would be much more conclusive.
It looked like he still thought he had the ball, but even if he didn’t pitchers are taught to continue the motion to protect their arms.
It was something to see, though.
“Why an MRI? An autopsy would be much more conclusive.”
Because I’m not sure yet if this isn’t just the premise for one of those current Japanese horror movie trends. You know, where they remake them over here but still use Japanese ghosts because apparently, they’re scarier looking than our ghosts.