Okay, I am knee-deep in Platinum subscription content. I am not sure how coherent I can be, so what I will do is just get a few things off my chest.
I admit I no longer follow pro basketball. I used to be a big fan not only of my hometown Boston Celtics, but hoops in general, including being a pretty good fantasy basketball player. I stopped watching the game when it became more about the athletic ability of one or two players than it was about the teamwork and cohesion of five guys. But lately, as a means to bond with my 12-year-old nephew (for those new to the site, odd circumstances have led me to take residence in my sister and brother-in-law’s basement), I have tried to follow the game a little more closely, and what better way to jump back in than to watch the Lakers play the C’s a week or so ago. It was OK, there were a few more passes thrown than when I last remembered watching but then something bizarre happened. The TV announcer said something like “Metta World Peace checks into the game.” I have to admit I was playing with Skippy, the family dog, at this point so it really did not sink in. Then I started hearing things like “rebound by Metta World Peace” and “stolen by Metta World Peace” and I turned to my brother-in-law and without my having to even ask, he answered “Ron Artest.” Really? Ron Artest? THE Ron Artest? The guy I last saw running into the stands, to throw hands with some fans? What is this World B. Free coming to?
Speaking of hoops, there is this Jeremy Lin kid that keeps showing up on the highlight shows. While I admit I yearn for the days when an assist meant something, I must admit I got a kick out of the other night when he pretty much told his entire team to go sit in the stands, and then pulled up and drained a three to win the game. It reminded me a little of Larry Bird. Anyway, the reason for bringing it up isn’t so much Lin, but to ask a favor of my analysis brethren. I was listening to one of the shows on the fantasy station on SiriusXM and the host said something like “Lin will regress.” I was bothered by the use of the word regress, because to me it implies not so much not playing as well anymore, but having something a bit out of your control return to its statistical norm. So I looked up the definition of regress and sure enough, we were both right.
re·gress
v. re·gressed, re·gress·ing, re·gress·es
v.intr.
1. To go back; move backward.
2. To return to a previous, usually worse or less developed state.
3. To have a tendency to approach or go back to a statistical mean.
So here’s my favor. Can we please reserve use of the word regress for number three? Thanks.
I just joined a new gym, closer to the basement, and I have the same word of warning for the female attendees that I did for my previous one: if you don’t want me staring at your ass, then don’t provide me with reading material.
Speaking of the gym, gravity must be different where I live now, the weights are so much heavier here.
And the grocery and department stores are set up all wrong, nothing is in the right place.
But I have to admit, the people are a little nicer. Get this. I was waiting in line at the grocery store, finally worked my way to being “in the hole”, you know, not on deck, but after the next person and the register next to me opened up and the clerk specifically got my attention and said “Sir, I can take you over here.” Had that happened before, by the time I waddled over to the register, there would have been four people in line, but here, the people actually cleared a path and let me go first before they formed the line behind me.
What was Major League Baseball thinking, setting the schedule so that the traditional fantasy baseball drafting weekend was the same time as both Passover and Easter?
Come to think of it, will Chinese restaurants even bother opening that Sunday?
Thanks for indulging me, time to do more profiles. {jcomments on}