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Strange February So Far

From the title, you would think something crazy happened in the first three hours, but the reality is it's been very quiet.  As usual, I can not sleep and I'm not the least bit tired.  I had a very uneventful last day of January and squandered the beautiful weather.  To be honest, I'm a little angry at myself.  It would have been a great day to spend outdoors and originally I had planned on spending today in NYC, hitting up some restaurant for Restaurant Week.  Instead, I sat around all day doing pretty much nothing and my fine dining consisted of an English muffin with cream cheese, a salad of lettuce, tomato and tuna fish and the night was capped off with a Celeste pizza.  I am starting a diet next week and I'm going to track all my calories.  I figured today would be a good test run...A little less than than 800 calories, about 25 grams of fat, 70 carbs and 50 protein.  When I start, I want to cut down that carb number and hike up the protein intake.  We'll see.

So it's a little after midnight and I wrote something on Rutger Hauer's twitter page.  To my surprise, he almost immediately responded.  Not that big a deal, but pretty cool nonetheless.  I mean this guy was the freaking Hitcher!

I had been thinking about something else while checking twitter and then I decided to write out a formula for finding the best hitter in baseball.  I then used this formula in comparing the top four vote getters for each MVP race last year (Obviously, Verlander won, but this was just hitters).  I found that Braun edged Kemp by .004, but beat out Fielder by .093.  The American League was a different story.  Vote getters 2-5. Were Ellsbury, Bautista, Granderson and Cabrera in that order.  Using my formula Bautista was the clear winner (of the four), edging Granderson by .015, Cabrera by .033 and Ellsbury by a whopping .053.  I then checked last years MVP and found that Cabrera should have beat out Josh Hamilton.  I'll definitely check some others out.  Why did I do this?  Well, I've long been annoyed that the best mind in baseball, Bill James, came up with a certain formula in 1985 and it was something I had been doing to rate players at the age of ten...in 1980.  Bill James is rich and famous and I'm, well not!  Plus, I'm obsessed with numbers as anyone who really knows me will tell you.

I then started thinking about the coming week.  My grandmother's 99th birthday is tomorrow and I'm going up to see her with my brother and his wife on Friday.  We're having a little party for her on Saturday afternoon, which should be great.  I also start up my spring session at the school on Friday, although I'm still not sure if it's one or two classes.  I also need to get my contract in before then. I keep forgetting to ask someone to print it out for me.  Finally, Sunday is the Super Bowl.  I'm looking forward to the game, but I'm also looking forward to the break from the craziness that has been Sundays lately.  I guess now I need a formula for who will win.  I know who I want to win, but that doesn't mean I think they will win.  We'll see. 

I also have something hanging over my head, which I'm gonna skip discussing, but it's truly bothering me.  I have to address it and soon.  Time is of the essence is truly a cliche, but in this case it is exactly truthful.  So, February started off a little weird and should continue I would assume.  I wish I had a formula to figure it all out.  Maybe I'll give it a little more thought.

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