Romanian Soccer Team Provides Math Lesson

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Saints Unveil 50th-Season Patch

Just the other day we were discussing the difference between an anniversary and an ordinal, and how an Nth-anniversary patch is so much better than an Nth-season patch (at least in my book). And now the Saints have come along and raised the issue all over again.

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What Should We Do About Really Stupid Uni Rankings?

Remember when Bleacher Report was known primarily for really stupid rankings-based slideshows, usually posted by kids who didn’t even know what the hell they were talking about? I was reminded of that when looking at a new Comcast slideshow that ranks all of the MLB cap logos. The rankings are absurd and the writing is poor.

I’m not big on uni rankings myself, even if they’re intelligently structured and well-written. I’ll usually put them in the Ticker, though, because that’s the sort of thing that the Ticker is for. But when a really bad set of rankings shows up, like this Comcast slideshow of MLB cap logos, I usually feel conflicted. Here’s why: (Continue reading)

We Interrupt This Blog for a Special Announcement

Back in November, right after Halloween, I posted the story behind the quarter that’s on my key ring. In case you missed it or don’t remember, here’s an abridged version of what I wrote:

On Oct. 31, 1987, I attended the annual Halloween Parade in Greenwich Village for the first time. Someone in the parade was handing out tiny zip-lock baggies, each containing a quarter and a slip of paper that said, “In case of emergency, call this number.” And then it gave the phone number for a hotline for runaway kids. (Cell phones didn’t exist yet and pay phones were still common, so the quarter was to make the phone call.) My friends and I each got one of these baggies. (Continue reading)