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Were the San Francisco Giants #1? « Math Goes Pop!
Last month, I posted a review of a new book titled “Who’s #1?” on the mathematics of ranking and rating – if you’re interested, you can purchase a copy via the Amazon sidebar on the right. Today I’d like to study the San Francisco Giants with one of the techniques used in this book: the offense-defense rating method.
Why the Giants? It’s really just a personal preference. For the non-Giants fan, though, it’s worth pointing out that the Giants won the World Series in 2010, but failed to even make the playoffs in 2011. Let’s try to investigate why this is the case. Baseball fans may have their own explanations for this observation, but for a moment let’s focus on the math.
Jeez, talk about going out stupidly:
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This US Army brigade commander in Iraq falls in love with a local girl, funnels tens of thousands of dollars to her family of US nation-building funds, then takes her to Montana and marries her--without first divorcing his American wife! Who only finds out when her medical insurance is cut off, because he enrolled the Iraqi wife instead.
People are amazing.
Nooooo! I love the Car Talk guys!
Weekend?
I have a list of a bunch of things I should do, which doesn't include buying a fancy pants grill at the OSH sale and spending the weekend trying to figure out how to use it, but I suspect that might be what happens anyway.
You should see my Don Draper seduction technique. Flawless. And I'm very fetching in a bathrobe.
Interesting all IT meeting this morning. I'm so freaking impressed by our CIO, you don't even know. If you want inspiration for women in IT kicking ass, she is the one. Former programmer, now CIO, and she also has the professional certifications in the line of business we support, so she knows precisely what the field is talking about--I don't think anyone else in IT is *that* trained up.
She wants to set up a mentoring program, and I realised a weird thing. She said it's totally fine if you go up to someone and just ask them to mentor you, but, oddly, I feel really weird doing that to a guy, and two of the people whose brains I most want to taste are male. I can't work out why I have such a serious hesitation. Neither of these guys has ever been anything other than impeccably professional to me.
Damn. That's annoying. I need to get over...whatever.
My sister is trying to pour fuel on my (one-sided) feud with Brian Moylan by sending me links to his articles now that he's left Gawker (he was the reason I feared getting unstarred or banned--I just vehemently disagreed with 3/4 of what he said). I have no perspective when it comes to his stupid ass, so let me crowdsource:
It's easy to accept attractive, affluent, normal couples in their matching sweater vests (which seem to be a hit with both square gay men and lesbians) but it's another thing to accept a 50-year-old man who is choosing to let his rear end hang out of his leather chaps
Do you think that's true? That homophobes find it easy to accept gay people that look and act "normal" (and by normal I mean they engage in the same amount of PDA with their partner as is considered appropriate for straight couples), or is it the daddy bear in rainbow leather chaps that they need to wrap their heads around (first--obviously the goal is for people to accept all the flavours).
I think there's a continuous othering that assumes gay people can't be "normal". That they're flagrant and flamboyant and dressed like the Village People and frequenting glory holes, and the like. Not looking like NPH and his husband will in 15 years--middle aged parents of kids trying to choose their university, driving an SUV since they haven't needed the minivan for years.
But I know my first reflex is to paint him as full of shit, so I can't tell where reacting to him ends, and my own opinion starts.
You should see my Don Draper seduction technique. Flawless. And I'm very fetching in a bathrobe.
But how are you at telling time?
I have a list of a bunch of things I should do, which doesn't include buying a fancy pants grill at the OSH sale and spending the weekend trying to figure out how to use it, but I suspect that might be what happens anyway.
I need more caffeine, 'cause it took me almost a minute to realize a fancy pants grill wasn't some kind of laundry press.
