162 down; how will it go? Who knows?

For all I know–all I can totally know, that is, without just trusting assumptions, a group of facts that is not big–“living” is just falling. Coins thrown into a grid of dots, bouncing this way or that, landing at last in a roughly normal distribution. A coin or two will land on that distributions’ rim, but mostly it’s a big clump. In a suitably long run, laws of probability will drown out mild variation.

If you didn’t want to trust your cash to that, you could just flip it. It’s a similar story, just in microcosm. Half up, half down. That was how a playoff location was found not too long ago. With many trials, a statistician knows, you’ll play half away and half in your own stadium. Just as in a normal campaign.

I’d watch that. Four and a half innings in Michigan? Okay, stop for now and show up tomorrow for a following four-and-a-half. But what if a Twins rally cuts things short, cutting out bottom-ninth action? It wouldn’t truly go “half away, half not”. So that won’t work.

No, knowing you’d win half of all coin flips isn’t any consolation if you don’t win that which counts. And moping about cosmic futility isn’t any fun–joy is found through taking any sort of action. Not just physical action–arguing philosophy in your own mind wins against thinking that you lack any opportunity at all.

No coin will fly to pick a playoff location this fall. Matchup 163 got its spot thanks to win-loss totals, which in turn hail from action within stadia. And Bronx triumph allows it a bonus honor. Following 163–but not so far away as actual playoffs–that Junior Circuit champion squad, choosing its upcoming days to play, will try to show us again why taking action can pay off. And our TBD champions will try to thwart that. And nobody knows who will win.

This Cap Is My Cap

This cap is your cap, this cap is my cap
Just snap in the snaps, one size fits all-cap
From the bright red visors to the ugly logos
This cap belongs to you and me.

As I was driving that ribbon of highway
I wondered if the game would go my way.
From the Motor City to Golden Valley
This land belongs to you and me.

Oh look, six runs is how far we’re trailing
The starting pitcher is clearly failing
I wonder if lazy fans are bailing
This lead belongs to you, not me.

I’ll save my writing that uses no e
For someone better than Kevin Slowey
Good thing we have phenoms nicknamed Joey
Could this ballgame belong to me?

We want lots of runs, we’re very greedy
The lead decreases, we feel less needy
That’s how we do it! Thank you, Joe Crede.
These runs belong to you and me.

And now it’s tied! Yes, you can compare us.
Thank you, Joe Mauer. Thanks, Brendan Harris.
The hats are thinking, If both teams wear us
There is no difference we can see.

So now we’re going to the tenth inning
Both teams are trying to do the winning
But the night is only just beginning
This night belongs to you and me.

They pulled ahead, oh yeah sure you betcha
It’s the fourteenth now, so time to stretch, yah
Look out you Tigers, we’re gonna catch ya
Scoring belongs to you and me.

But now things are getting somewhat tricky
Our last reliever is surnamed “Dickey”
This situation’s a little sticky
This rally is for you, not me.

Wake up the bats now! Hustle, don’t dally
We score one more run, is this a rally?
No–that proves to be the only tally.
This win belongs to you, not me.

I had no choice born into this nation
It often gives me exasperation
But that won’t stop me from celebration.
Morning belongs to you and me.

Motor City 5, Spain 0

You don’t play bottoms of ninth innings if hosts would win anyway. Duh. You don’t play for final outs if hosts clinch victory in ninth innings. Also duh. Hosts did in 8+ what visitors couldn’t do in 9. Victory is fair.

Still, losing on walkoffs is sad. And, if irrationally, it can prompt us to pity our status as visitors. What if our squad was hosting? Could it rally back in a bottom half? Could it walk off, winning without worrying about holding its margin?

If I’m not rooting for (or against) a particular squad, but am just watching sports, I might wind up sympathizing with that group that’s not as good. It’s fun to watch a squad that “shouldn’t” win do so. Or I’ll just watch for fun, without affiliation.

But what to do in Spain vs. USA? I didn’t actually watch any of it. I’m not much of a football fan. But it was on as background sound, and fans on forums I visit would discuss it.

I couldn’t root for Spain. Could I root for its opposition? I’m not highly nationalistic. I wish now and again that I wasn’t nationalistic at all. That I could focus on my own, individual worth, and all individuals’ worths, not having to look at which part of in our world I was born. Without having to look at an atrocity my compatriots did and know its guilt on my back. But, though I can hardly stand it, this “you suck for what folks you don’t know did” is a sort of nationalism too.

So what occurs if a squad I would support as David is also a squad I would not support for an opportunity to arrogantly boast “Oh, look how cool I am, I’m not rooting for this squad?” Nothing. I don’t root for anybody.

But following play, I laugh. I say “Wow”. It’s not a bonus for hosting, but smiling at local triumph? That’s an okay bonus in my book.