10.29.2004

Streaks... What's really on the line?

Many streaks ended this week.
Arsenal had its 49 game undefeated streak snapped.
The Red Sox broke the "curse of the bambino" and won a world series after 86 years.
Australia came to India and beat them there for the first time in 36 years - crossing "the final frontier".

In a very small and insignificant occurrence, my football (soccer) team had a streak snapped as well. We lost our 4 game streak. Funnily enough, this little streak sparked off a thought in my head while all the bigger ones failed, presumably because it was personal. And this rumination led me to thoughts of the occurrences listed above, as well as a few others, not so much in recent memory.

What do streaks really mean? What do they contribute? And can snapped streaks be better for teams/players?

Quite often, players can get bogged down by streaks. So obsessed are they with the streak that they fail to recognize the importance of the game itself. The Now. A common enough occurrence in sport, it is, in many ways a reflection of how we, as people, think.

Take for example, the obvious benefits of breaking the Red Sox curse. After 86 years of obsessive self-pity, Boston can now shed its ‘choker’ reputation and move into a phase when the team, the fans, and the city as a whole begins to think of each game as a potential for a good game, contingent solely upon ability and the degree of variability caused by chance, the same as any other game. Too often, the game, when viewed in the context of a season, a dynasty, or a ‘curse’; can lose its intrinsic charm. Superstition presides over passion. The players and fans pore over precedent – with no more than a cursory glance at how well the team has performed, how the game is played and what magic the game itself beholds.

R.C.Vergin, in his paper in the Journal of Sport Behavior (2000) has empirically concluded that the ‘momentum’ provided by streaks does not show a marked improvement in performance or satisfaction. “The reason for the statistical insignificance of momentum on individual event performance may be partly explained by the randomness of sporting events and partly by the decision times sportspeople are faced with”. This seems plausible, but not entirely convincing.

I suspect a key factor (though how it can be proven, it’s hard to say) is the fact that when a streak ends, and the focus is off the low frequency statistic of number of games won or lost; we begin to participate in the immediate action. Ball-by-ball begins to matter more. One game at a time begins to dominate the ‘big picture’. This, as I see it, is the essence of sport. The very essence of impermanence and instant gratification. Streaks tend to mimic our expectation from life itself.

Do we allocate way too much significance to the streaks? The Chicago Bulls in 1996 won 72 games in the regular season – a record. Steffi Graf was nearly unbeaten in 1988, and conquered the ‘Grand Slam’. The New England Patriots currently hold the longest win streak in the NFL. Yet, it is none of these achievements that stand out in our memory when we think of the defining moments in these individuals’ (or teams’) careers. Each of these performances has been, in some ways, lackluster in their totality – devoid of the brilliance each one of them has displayed on other, more vulnerable occasions. Mind you, I am not criticizing dominance or superiority of an athlete – just chastising us all for unduly glorifying ‘streaks’.

It is entirely possible, and I think it is the case, that the end of a streak saves an individual or a team from himself/itself. The spotlight shifts away from the streak and onto the current events. The expectations while a winning streak lasts are that the world would be an intolerable place and existence inconsequential – if it weren’t for the status bestowed by the wins. And when the loss comes, and life goes on, and everything is as it should be – a sense of normalcy resumes. The artificial inflation of pressure and expectation subsides and is replaced by a natural sense of purpose.

In a lot of ways, Arsenal and the Indian cricket team may be better off for having lost. Maybe India will begin to stop emphasizing on ‘defending’ home soil and begin to play every match for its own sake. Maybe Arsenal can now shift its focus from the Premier League (which is deficient in many ways) and onto the European club competitions – the true test for any club. Maybe I can stop worrying about keeping a clean sheet and set out to become ‘just a better goalkeeper’. The world will take care of itself. The streaks will take care of themselves.

10.25.2004

The great divide

Over the last week, Boston has been trumping NY in so many ways.
- The Red Sox trounced the Yankees in a come from behind 4-3 series win. They not only reached the World series for the first time since 85, they also are the first team in baseball history to come from 3 games down to win a 7 game postseason series.
- The Patriots beat the Jets to keep their unbeaten record going at 21. Also, they beat th eunbeaten Jets to dash any hopes of a dream season for the greens.
- Boston was voted sexiest city on the east coast. This is the first time in the polls, they have beaten Miami !! And the first time they finished ahead of NY.

... and I still think that Boston's kinda boring (but for Harvard) and snooty (but for MIT).

10.21.2004

R.L.Stevenson says...

Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.

Blogs and the Gender Statistics

I had a recent discussion with a friend about blogs and who visits/reads blogs, how long they stay, etc. We came up with some interesting facts in our searches, and a few other conjectures.
(1) The average blog visit is about 96 seconds (Darren's research)
(2) The top few blogs had an average of 36 seconds, and the bottom ten had 83 seconds. So, concise seems to be the way to go.
(3) The number of people visiting a blog is, on average, 3.88 a day.
(4) The number of people re-visiting a blog before it's updated is about 3.5.
(5) Blogs with comments are revisited more often (presumably to check if their comment has been replied to).

Then, I wondered about usage by gender... and here's some of the remarkable points (some of these are facts, some our estimates) :
(1) A new blog by female is more likely to be revisited than that by a male.
(2) There are more male bloggers than female.
(3) Female blogs are visited more than male blogs.
(4) Female blogs get more comments than male blogs.
(5) Female blogs get longer view times.
(6) Male bloggers read more female blogs than male blogs.
(7) Female bloggers read more female blogs than male blogs.
(Friend comments "Maybe I should write under a female pen-name")
(8) Female blogs get more comments than male blogs.

Of course, a lot of these stats depend on how truthful people's statements of their gender was. Also, it would depend on how many males and females took these surveys (I could not find these numbers anywhere... for a while. After which, I gave up !)

Anyways... I thought it was quite interesting.

Funny

I voted Republican this year. The Democrats left a bad taste in my mouth.
- Monica Lewinsky

10.20.2004

Rivalries

I sent out this reply to a recent article I read about the Yankees-Red Sox rivalry. The article in the Bangor Daily News written by Larry Mahoney was titled "Sox-Yanks Best Rivalry in Sports"
(http://www.bangornews.com/news/templates/?a=96938&z=58)

Ref: Your article on the Red Sox - Yankees rivalry

I'm sorry sir, but I don't think so. For one, it's not much of arivalry, when, for 86 years, one team has never beaten the other in a series that mattered.

Also, it's precisely the kind of narrow minded thinking that has caused this self-absorbed "me only" mania in the country. What about the great football (soccer) rivalries in europe? There are rivalries whose passion can never be matched by a game between two cities in the same region in the same country.

World series? Give me a break. Why? Because Toronto is included?

No sir. The greatest sports rivalries are not between cities inaffluent cities. They're between regions, states and nations where the game has a significance greater(at times) than peoples' lives. When the game has the potential to raise people's spirits and restore their faith in the glory of life. The old firm...Celtic - Rangers (I certainly hope you realize that such a rivalry exists), Barça v RealMadrid (catalunya against spain), River Plate v Boca Juniors...national rivalries - Holland v Germany... and all this in just one single sport (the most popular sport in the world, conveniently ignored here).

The Yankees - Sox might be the greatest baseball rivalry no doubt, but all I ask of the you, even in your self-indulgent american sport worship, is to acknowledge the significance of people's feelings towards the other BIG rivalries. Rivalries that incite feelings of nationalism and patriotism that americans are never, ever going to feel. All I ask of you, is to peep out of your safe little nest, recognize that there is a world outsideof this country and that they feel things too... including passion! For too long now, americans have alienated themselves from the rest of the world... cocooning themselves in a cozy little world where they cannot really get hurt (because they play against themselves). For influential writers like you to dare to look beyond the boundaries is as good a way as any, to break the shackles.

Thank you for your time. I would certainly appreciate if you could get back to me with your opinions on these issues.

Cheers.

10.17.2004

Huckabees

I "Heart" Huckabees

Starring Dustin Hoffman , Isabelle Huppert, Jude Law, Mark Wahlberg, Jason Schwartzman (of Rushmore fame) , Lily Tomlin (the AUstin Powers movies - she headed the 'militant' wing of the salvation army), and Naomi Watts.

If I was restricted to three words for this movie, they would be weird, very funny. Disclaimer: It will baffle more people than it will entertain... it did me as well. But in some senses, the more you enjoy quirky and the more open you are to being baffled (and finding rambling in the midst of seemingly disconnected frames funny), the more you will enjoy this movie. I, for one, thoroughly did. By no stretch was it 'an outstanding' movie, but in its own quaint way, it was funny and amusing.

The good thing as with lots of comedies I like - is that they didn't preach and they didn't try to come up with the "answer". It satirized the existential suffering of the left-liberals, and while it poked fun at the 'east village' inhabitants, it would most certainly find its most enthusiastic supporters right there.

If you don't mind strange, quirky movies, it's incredibly funny. If you're likely to think of it as artsy self-indulgence based on the fact that the title is supposed to be I "heart" huckabees (where there is a heart in the title, and you do not call it I 'love' huckabees), then this movie is probably not for you. I liked it.

Rating: 4/5

10.08.2004

Ichiro and Rodney

The (minor) hype around the Seattle Mariners' Ichiro Suzuki and his quest for 258 hits (eclipsing George Sisler's 84 year old record) sparked much debate. I don't think the record is a particularly stellar achievement in itself (considering how many more games Ichiro took to break the record) but it did bring to my mind the many cricket batting records that are ignored. Much like the home run mania in baseball, cricket is currently obsessed with fastest centuries and highest scores. And the Dravids of the world are always obscured by the Sachins. It's the way it is. For better or worse. Every once in a while though, attention to the stable, consistent workhorses is like a pat on the back of every steady performer in the world. Although I am not one of them (not by a long shot), I am sure it makes numerous people's day to see Ichiro get the applause he did. The same people who associated with Rodney Dangerfield's ' I get no respect...' routine.

And speaking of work horses, I think there was no funnier work horse in show business than Rodney Dangerfield. I was particularly amused by him. He elicited a chuckle from me even when he wasn't saying anything. Those wide-open 'what did i do' eyes did it for me. I thought he was hilarious and disarmingly charming at the same time. He didn't ever have to resort to profanity (although I have no qualms about funny comics using profanity... it's great!) - and that said a lot about the sea of material he had written for performances. He was a funny man.

Che and the Mighty One

The Motorcycle Diaries
A beautiful movie. I went in with a fair degree of ignorance about the 'Poster Boy' of revolution... and came out with just as much ignorance of his political motives. That is a good thing. I will learn about the political opinion from other sources. This movie itself (from the book) is a tale of buddies who start with a single goal and time and travel gives them individual purpose. It's a good movie because it doesn't preach Che's political ideals nor does it have a moral or narrative of his growth. It is quite simply a story of two buddies... and their innocent travels through South America. And as long as you go into this movie with the idea of watching a narrative of travels, and not one of political development... you will thoroughly enjoy the movie. The visuals of South America are beautiful... and this movie is all the more significant to me because I have always wanted to take off the way Ernesto and Alberto do.
A must-watch.

Rating: 5/5

And just out of curiosity, I did some digging... and I thought this article in the Guardian (the first report of Che's death) would make for an interesting read.

US Intelligence agent in at Che Guevara's death
Richard Gott
Tuesday October 10, 1967
The Guardian

The body of Che Guevara was flown into this small hill town in south-eastern Bolivia at five o'clock last night. From the moment the helicopter landed bearing the small figure strapped in a stretcher to the landing rails, the succeeding operation was to a large extent left in the hands of a man in battledress, who, all the correspondents here agree, was unquestionably a representative of one of the United States intelligence agencies.
He was probably a Cuban exile and so Che Guevara, who in life had declared war almost singlehanded on the United States, found himself in death face to face with his major enemy. The helicopter purposely landed far from where a crowd had gathered and the body of the dead guerrilla leader was hastily transferred to a van. We commandeered a jeep to follow it and the driver managed to get through the gates of the hospital grounds where the body was taken to a small colour-washed hut that served as a mortuary.
The doors of the van burst open and the American agent leapt out, emitting a war cry of "Let's get the hell out of here". One of the correspondents asked him where he came from. "Nowhere", was the surly response.
The body, dressed in olive green fatigues with a zippered jacket, was carried into the hut. It was undoubtedly that of Che Guevara. Ever since I first reported in January that Che was probably in Bolivia I have not shared the general scepticism about his whereabouts.
I am probably one of the few people here who have seen him alive. I saw him in Cuba at an Embassy reception in 1963 and there is no doubt in my mind that this body was that of Che. It had a black wispy beard, long matted hair, and the shadow of a scar on the right temple, probably the result of an accident in July when he was grazed by a rifle shot.
On his feet he wore moccasins as though he had been shot down while running fleet-footed through the jungle. He had two wounds in the lower part of the neck and possibly one in the stomach. It is believed that he was captured when seriously wounded, but died before a helicopter could arrive to take him out of the battle zone.
My only doubts about the identity arose because Che was much thinner and smaller than I had recalled, but it is hardly surprising that after months in the jungle he had lost his former heavy appearance.
As soon as the body reached the mortuary the doctors began to pump preservative into it, and the American agent made desperate efforts to keep off the crowds. He was a very nervous man and looked furious whenever cameras were pointed in his direction. He knew that I knew who he was and he also knew that I knew that he should not be there, for this is a war in which the Americans are not supposed to be taking part. Yet here was this man, who has been with the troops in Vallegrande, talking to the senior officers on familiar terms.
One can hardly say that this was the factor with which Che failed to reckon, for it was his very purpose to provoke United States intervention in Latin America as a way of bringing help and succour to the embattled Vietnamese. But he certainly did fail to estimate correctly the strength and pervasiveness of the U.S. intelligence agencies in this continent, and this more than anything else has been the cause of his downfall and that of the Bolivian guerrillas.
And so he is dead. As they pumped preservative into his half-naked, dirty body and as the crowd shouted to be allowed to see, it was difficult to recall that this man had once been one of the great figures of Latin America.
It was not just that he was a great guerrilla leader, he had been a friend of Presidents as well as revolutionaries. His voice had been heard and appreciated in inter-American councils as well as in the jungle. He was a doctor, an amateur economist, once Minister of Industries in revolutionary Cuba, and Fidel Castro's right-hand man. He may well go down in history as the greatest continental figure since Bolivar. Legends will be created around his name.
He was a Marxist but impatient of the doctrinal struggles between the Russians and the Chinese. He was perhaps the last person who tried to find a middle way between the two and attempted to unite radical forces everywhere in a concerted campaign against the U.S. He is now dead, but it is difficult to feel that his ideas will die with him.

10.07.2004

Headgear and the beautiful game.

Given the current climates of debates (presidential, veep, etc.), we bring to you the classic debate doing the rounds at dinner tables. So what’s with the soccer headgear?

Moderator: What do you think of the use of soccer headgear in kids’ leagues?

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: I am glad the use of soccer headgear is catching on rapidly in the leagues my kids play in. It’s been shown over time that heading the ball is the largest contributor to concussions on the field after banging heads, contact with the ground, running into goalposts, smacking one’s head with the palm of the right hand over missed goal opportunities and post-scoring celebrations.

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: Ah... let them play. They’re only getting tougher this way. What are you going to do next? Strap on simulator headgear so they can run and slide and tackle the other team (probably on a different field altogether) virtually?

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Not a bad idea, actually…

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: Shoot! I was being sarcastic….

Moderator: You have raised an interesting point… Does that mean you aim to lobby for the ban of post game celebrations and players piling on each other right after they score?

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Absolutely. That’s the next item on my agenda. Kids have no business celebrating. If any of it needs to be done, we will do it on their behalf on a practice field right by the game pitch.

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: Hmm… I suppose I wouldn’t mind THAT if moms were involved too… (Chuckles…)

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Creep! Stop being gross….

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: Well, you suggested it. I was just considering feasibility.

Moderator: Returning to the issue at hand, why do you suppose this issue is under consideration only in the US (where it’s not a big sport) and not in, say, European countries – where its popularity is second to none?

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Ok, let’s see… the Irish and Scots are too drunk to care, the Germans probably think it’s a great skull strengthening exercise, the French don’t have much to lose, the Middle Eastern nations lose more people to random acts of jihad and don’t really care. China and India have too many people and the rest of the world doesn’t play soccer.

Moderator: Really? I happen to know for a fact that it’s the most popular sport in the …


Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Oh, you know nothing. They play this crude game with no stops but for a half time, minimal advertising, no parents on the touchlines, and the masses following the game. It’s kind of like (winces…) football!

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: It IS football. Not the sport your grandfather taught your brothers… the one with commercials every 30 seconds, tailgating parties and all the padding that our troops in Iraq were deprived of….

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Oh… What do you know of America? You immigrated here from the boorish isles…

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: Hello? We happen to BE America. Who are real Americans anyway? Besides, we brought the beautiful game to this continent… only to be dissed like this…

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Oh no, you didn’t. It’s an invention of the upper middle class pacifist baby boomers to keep their kids from playing popular and violent sports, and to distinguish ourselves from the masses…

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: But it is a game of the masses… everywhere in the world…

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Not in the world I know.

Moderator: Ok… let’s summarize. In one word each; please describe what you think of players wearing soccer headgear in the major leagues.

Overbearing Hyperactive Soccer Mom: Who cares? It's not something my kids'll do anyway... they're going to be doctors, lawyers ...

Super-cool ‘Love of the Game’ crazy Dad: Wuss

And as homage to Letterman and his top ten lists,
Top Arguments for Soccer Headgear
10. We need to raise GPAs in upper middle class schools as per the “No child left behind” program.
9. Nike stocks are dropping.
8. We need to repackage the sport as “football” and make players look like the padded man-mountains…. And maybe we can slip in a round ball.
7. Upper middle class folk have to justify going to the sports store to buy more leotards for their secret underground sessions of step aerobics.
6. Using it as an excuse for performing below urban (read poor) standards has run its course.
5. Slacking parents have to pretend to show great concern for their kids and it sure beats giving up their social lives for the cause.
4. Parents can’t be bothered teaching the kids the real soccer essentials… so this is the next best thing.
3. We need to differentiate ourselves from the crazy-assed ‘football’ players in the rest of the world.
2. It gives room for manufacturers to add radio receivers on the gear so coaches can micro-manage plays.
1. We can start a new league, not popularize the old sport with the new gear, call it our own sport, play amongst ourselves, and claim to be world champions.

Sure, I’m probably biased against the use of headgear, etc…. but somebody has to speak out against this lunacy.