Count To Ten
Hello World,
Well, it certainly does seem as if the month is chugging right along out from under us, with even Columbus Day having come and gone, and the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria right along with it, by golly. This is obviously no time to shilly-shally, as we could all nod off only to find ourselves staring down both barrels of Thanksgiving at this rate, and just like Old Mother Hubbard, the cornucopia would be bare. Speaking of time, anyone who was up early last week on Sunday would have been privy to a unique moment in time when digital clocks all over the East coast were putting out a textbook example of binary code at 10:10:10 10/10/10 and nothing but. It was certainly a holiday for the rest of the numbers from 2 through 9, and I wouldn't be surprised if they took that opportunity to sneak away and cause some mischief while no one was watching. In fact, it might go a long way toward explaining why people always seem to get on the express lane at the supermarket with the wrong amount of items, because with numbers on the lam, the poor addled shoppers can't count more than ten items without having to take their shoes off, thanks not.
Meanwhile on the baseball front, we've already entered the second round of playoffs, with half of the original teams eliminated, some of them swept right out of the first round in three straight games, like the unfortunate Twins, who were slammed like kindling by the buzz-saw of the Yankees. Another victim was the surprisingly persistent Tampa Bay Rays, who many people thought were for real this time around, but were instead ousted by Texas in a grueling match-up that went all five games. The long-suffering fans in Atlanta and Cincinnati also had nothing to cheer about, alas, and joined the "wait-until-next-year" brigade of teams that missed the playoffs altogether. We're actually having our very own baseball playoffs right here in the house, and loving every minute of it. We have our TiVo record all of the games that the Mets win, and then watch them later when we have time. Since the end of the season, we have about 10 games still recorded that we never watched, so we have enough games to go through the first round, second round and right into the World Series, and we can watch our favorite team tossing around the ol' horsehide all the way up to November. The best part is that the otherwise hapless Mets never lose any of these games, so at least in the fantasy playoffs in our house, the Mets will be the world champions, and you know with all those wacky numbers running around loose, they can't even demand a recount.
Of course, it's easy to cast aspersions on the woeful Mets, the junior franchise in New York, the consolation prize for the baseball-starved boroughs after the Dodgers and Giants both pulled up stakes and headed west at the same ignominious time. However, if you take the time to look up the history of the franchise with our friends at wikipedia.org, as I did, you may be surprised, as I was, by a tidbit or two along the way.
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The history of the New York Mets began in 1962, when the Mets were part of the National League's first expansion in the 20th century. The team's history includes two World Series championships and four National League pennants.
During their history, the Mets have won two World Series titles (1969 and 1986), four National League pennants (1969, 1973, 1986, 2000), and five National League East titles (1969, 1973, 1986, 1988, 2006). The Mets also qualified for the post-season as the National League Wild Card team in 1999 and 2000. The Mets have appeared in more World Series — four — than any other expansion team in Major League Baseball history.
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Well, imagine that! It appears that our very own lovable losers have got some juice, as the youngsters say, and not just the patsies of lore and legend that everyone seems to remember. Of course, I'm always happy to set the record straight and give credit where it's due, and obviously, it behooves us to treat this franchise with a little more respect, in honor of their accomplishments over the years. After all, they say that numbers don't lie, unless it's those same darned zany and capricious numerals that have been out tripping the light fantastic since last Sunday, and then all bets are off.
In other sports news, we have this item from the front page of the Sports section in our local newspaper, which appeared just like this in its entirety -
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Meola Sitting Pretty at Treiber Memorial
Mamaroneck resident Charlie Meola has a seven-point lead
heading into today's final round of the Treiber Memorial.
==========================
Now, I read the sports every single day in the paper, and I have no idea what that means. In fact, I don't even have a clue as to what sport this story is about, and to be on the front page, you would expect it to be pretty significant. It's amazing to me that they can use so many words - including the name of the tournament, plus "point" and "round," which should narrow down the field somewhat, but somehow fails to do even that much - and still convey absolutely no meaning whatsoever, so you have no way of knowing if they're talking about golf, tennis, running, drag racing, ping pong or tiddly-winks, for heaven's sake. Of course, the way things are going, our friend Chuck could easily be out in front at the local Sudoku championships, but frankly, with all of those errant numbers out and cavorting about, kicking up their heels and raising a ruckus, I don't care for his chances all that much, lead or no lead.
On the local scene, alert readers may recall a few weeks ago when our neighborhood was tied up in knots with a commercial shoot across the street, and everyone who could, got out while the getting was good, except for the resident "mooch" cat, who marched over there for whatever hand-outs were available. All of the neighbors had been given a leaflet to explain what it was all about, although the names meant nothing to me, and when I checked them out online, I found out that it was some new medication that was being introduced for the treatment of arthritis, from our friends at Astra Zeneca. Well, I admit that I have yet to see the commercial for it on television, which is not surprising, since I wouldn't expect them to advertise in college football games, ice hockey, or technology pod-casts of the latest electronic gadgets and gizmos, which is mostly what we watch around here. But I did notice last week that they were running ads for the product, Vimovo, on the AOL Welcome screen, as well as the home page of MSN.com and bing search results, so their digital campaign is certainly in full swing, and grabbing all the attention it can by bits and bytes along the (information super high) way. I was thinking of getting a prescription for it, but if they were going to give me more than ten pills, I'm afraid I would have to take off my shoes.
Elle
Well, it certainly does seem as if the month is chugging right along out from under us, with even Columbus Day having come and gone, and the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria right along with it, by golly. This is obviously no time to shilly-shally, as we could all nod off only to find ourselves staring down both barrels of Thanksgiving at this rate, and just like Old Mother Hubbard, the cornucopia would be bare. Speaking of time, anyone who was up early last week on Sunday would have been privy to a unique moment in time when digital clocks all over the East coast were putting out a textbook example of binary code at 10:10:10 10/10/10 and nothing but. It was certainly a holiday for the rest of the numbers from 2 through 9, and I wouldn't be surprised if they took that opportunity to sneak away and cause some mischief while no one was watching. In fact, it might go a long way toward explaining why people always seem to get on the express lane at the supermarket with the wrong amount of items, because with numbers on the lam, the poor addled shoppers can't count more than ten items without having to take their shoes off, thanks not.
Meanwhile on the baseball front, we've already entered the second round of playoffs, with half of the original teams eliminated, some of them swept right out of the first round in three straight games, like the unfortunate Twins, who were slammed like kindling by the buzz-saw of the Yankees. Another victim was the surprisingly persistent Tampa Bay Rays, who many people thought were for real this time around, but were instead ousted by Texas in a grueling match-up that went all five games. The long-suffering fans in Atlanta and Cincinnati also had nothing to cheer about, alas, and joined the "wait-until-next-year" brigade of teams that missed the playoffs altogether. We're actually having our very own baseball playoffs right here in the house, and loving every minute of it. We have our TiVo record all of the games that the Mets win, and then watch them later when we have time. Since the end of the season, we have about 10 games still recorded that we never watched, so we have enough games to go through the first round, second round and right into the World Series, and we can watch our favorite team tossing around the ol' horsehide all the way up to November. The best part is that the otherwise hapless Mets never lose any of these games, so at least in the fantasy playoffs in our house, the Mets will be the world champions, and you know with all those wacky numbers running around loose, they can't even demand a recount.
Of course, it's easy to cast aspersions on the woeful Mets, the junior franchise in New York, the consolation prize for the baseball-starved boroughs after the Dodgers and Giants both pulled up stakes and headed west at the same ignominious time. However, if you take the time to look up the history of the franchise with our friends at wikipedia.org, as I did, you may be surprised, as I was, by a tidbit or two along the way.
==========================
The history of the New York Mets began in 1962, when the Mets were part of the National League's first expansion in the 20th century. The team's history includes two World Series championships and four National League pennants.
During their history, the Mets have won two World Series titles (1969 and 1986), four National League pennants (1969, 1973, 1986, 2000), and five National League East titles (1969, 1973, 1986, 1988, 2006). The Mets also qualified for the post-season as the National League Wild Card team in 1999 and 2000. The Mets have appeared in more World Series — four — than any other expansion team in Major League Baseball history.
==========================
Well, imagine that! It appears that our very own lovable losers have got some juice, as the youngsters say, and not just the patsies of lore and legend that everyone seems to remember. Of course, I'm always happy to set the record straight and give credit where it's due, and obviously, it behooves us to treat this franchise with a little more respect, in honor of their accomplishments over the years. After all, they say that numbers don't lie, unless it's those same darned zany and capricious numerals that have been out tripping the light fantastic since last Sunday, and then all bets are off.
In other sports news, we have this item from the front page of the Sports section in our local newspaper, which appeared just like this in its entirety -
==========================
Meola Sitting Pretty at Treiber Memorial
Mamaroneck resident Charlie Meola has a seven-point lead
heading into today's final round of the Treiber Memorial.
==========================
Now, I read the sports every single day in the paper, and I have no idea what that means. In fact, I don't even have a clue as to what sport this story is about, and to be on the front page, you would expect it to be pretty significant. It's amazing to me that they can use so many words - including the name of the tournament, plus "point" and "round," which should narrow down the field somewhat, but somehow fails to do even that much - and still convey absolutely no meaning whatsoever, so you have no way of knowing if they're talking about golf, tennis, running, drag racing, ping pong or tiddly-winks, for heaven's sake. Of course, the way things are going, our friend Chuck could easily be out in front at the local Sudoku championships, but frankly, with all of those errant numbers out and cavorting about, kicking up their heels and raising a ruckus, I don't care for his chances all that much, lead or no lead.
On the local scene, alert readers may recall a few weeks ago when our neighborhood was tied up in knots with a commercial shoot across the street, and everyone who could, got out while the getting was good, except for the resident "mooch" cat, who marched over there for whatever hand-outs were available. All of the neighbors had been given a leaflet to explain what it was all about, although the names meant nothing to me, and when I checked them out online, I found out that it was some new medication that was being introduced for the treatment of arthritis, from our friends at Astra Zeneca. Well, I admit that I have yet to see the commercial for it on television, which is not surprising, since I wouldn't expect them to advertise in college football games, ice hockey, or technology pod-casts of the latest electronic gadgets and gizmos, which is mostly what we watch around here. But I did notice last week that they were running ads for the product, Vimovo, on the AOL Welcome screen, as well as the home page of MSN.com and bing search results, so their digital campaign is certainly in full swing, and grabbing all the attention it can by bits and bytes along the (information super high) way. I was thinking of getting a prescription for it, but if they were going to give me more than ten pills, I'm afraid I would have to take off my shoes.
Elle
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