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Friday the Thirteenth

Welcome to another Friday the Thirteenth. Hope you have a lucky day.

Anyone who knows me knows that I lack the superstitious gene, so Friday the Thirteenth is just another day to me, one which perhaps allows me to indulge a bit more in my penchant for mocking pitying those who retain the superstitious gene. (The previous statement, those people will say, is called “tempting fate”.)

But Friday the Thirteenth got me thinking about numbers and that in turn got me thinking about the price of a gallon of gas. Not how much it has gone up recently. Not the fact that it is now over $4/gallon. That kind of stuff is way over-reported at this point. No, what I was thinking about was how gas prices are displayed, with that silly 9/10 of a cent tacked onto the end of the price. It’s been done forever. I have photos of my grandpa’s gas station in the Bronx, taken in the 1970s and the prices are listed with that extra 9/10 of a cent per gallon.

Given that gas prices are as high as they are, I think that service stations could pull of a minor marketing coup by finally getting rid of those 9/10th of a cent. In fact, while many politicians are proposing all kinds of freezing of gas taxes to weather the high price of oil, I think Joe (“Six Pack”) American would much more appreciate the symbolic discount of 9/10th of a cent per gallon. Removing that near-penny says, “We realize that you are not idiots after all, and that for all of this time we were fooling no one, so we are getting rid of the 9/10th of a cent. Let the cheering begin.” Just imagine how much service stations across the nation would save on those extra, smaller-sized numbers that they have to buy to display 9/10 twelve-to-24 times at each service station. When a price of gas read $4.19, we would know that it was $4.19, and not have to do any kind of mental trickery to remember that in fact, it is actually $4.199, or rounded up, $4.20/gallon.

Gasoline would become minutely cheaper. Life would grow minutely easier.

Besides, they haven’t been fooling anyone with their deceptive pricing schemes.

Or have they? It seems to me that when I hear people refer to the price of gas, they refer to the posted price and ignore that extra 9/10 of a cent. When they report prices on the news they seem to report the price per gallon, without reference to the 9/10 of a cent. And remember, the people doing the buying are the same people who build buildings without a 13th floor; who don’t walk under ladders; who shudder when they break mirrors; who throw salt over their shoulders; who cross their fingers for good luck; who avoid seats in the 13th row of an airplane.

On second thought, I look grimly upon the fact that the extra 9/10ths of a cent will ever be repealed. We are too oblivious to it to even know that it is there.

Now maybe if it was changed from 9/10th to 13/14ths…

Superstituous baseball

I love baseball. I think it’s the greatest sport ever invented. It has such a rich and varied history, and even so there is an intricacy to the game itself that makes it fascinating. And then there is the ability of the athletes to play the game! Amazing!

One thing that has always bothered me about baseball is that it is such a superstitious sport. Perhaps other sports are equally superstitious and I am simply unaware of them (for all other sports are inferior in my mind, next to baseball). Nevertheless it has been difficult for me, integrating my love of baseball and my denial of all things superstitious.

In the past, when I have mentioned this dichotomy, someone almost always points out that, belief system to one side, you never, ever mess with a streak. I understand this perfectly, and in fact, a streak has little to do with superstition. There are good reasons for going through the motions in order to preserve a streak. For one thing, baseball is repetitious and by repeating the same motions again and again, one would suppose improvements would be made over time. For another, the line between good and bad in baseball is sometimes extraordinarily thin. One extra good swing per at bat can make the difference. Thus, repetition, as far as it gets someone into the mindset to keep doing whatever it is they are doing, makes sense when it comes to a good streak. Of course, the counter argument is: what about a bad streak, such as a hitting slump. I’d argue that even here, the approach should be the same. People fall into slumps because they change things up and then end up chasing the hit–or whatever it might be, digging themselves deeper and deeper into despair.

But again, none of this is superstitious. I don’t believe that stepping over the foul line when leaving the baseball field has any positive or negative effect on the outcome of the game. And I certainly don’t believe in curses.

Which makes me question what, exactly, was going through the mind of the person who attempted to thwart the Yankees by burying a Red Sox jersey within the new Yankee Stadium.

Set aside all superstition for the moment. This action, taken by a Red Sox fan, speaks of desperation. I may be reading too much into this, but it seems to me that any fan that would attempt to “curse” another team into losing games has so little faith in the abilities of the players of his own team as to make me wonder how the person can be a fan in the first place. To me it seems equivalent to admitting that your team cannot win without the intervention of supernatural powers.

But now let’s look at the superstitious elements. What on earth makes someone think that secretly burying a jersey inside Yankee stadium (or any stadium for that matter), would have any impact whatsoever on a team? The principle of “no necessary connection” comes to mind, but even setting that aside, I think it is possible to devise a test to see if buried shirts have such a magical effect.

For the test to be fair, you’d need a few teams to track throughout the season, and at least one “control team. For the purposes of my experiment, let’s use the Yankees and Red Sox as the experimental teams, and the St. Louis Cardinals as the control team. For both the Yankees and Red Sox, a computer would generate a schedule of their home games and randomly pick one-third of the home games in which the rival’s jersey would be buried in the home stadium; one-third of the home games in which their own jersey is buried in the home stadium; and one third of the home games in which no jersey is buried. On those games day, experimenters would then bury the appropriate jerseys for the appropriate teams. Of course, St. Louis, being the control team, would never have a jersey buried. The key is that the only people who would know which jersey was buried when would be the experimenters themselves.

Given this, the Yankees, for example, would play 27 home games with a Red Sox jersey buried in their stadium, 27 home games with a Yankees jersey buried in their stadium, and 27 home games with no jersey at all. Ditto the Red Sox.

The idea, of course, is to see if the Yankees happen to play better when a Yankees jersey is buried in the stadium, or worse when a Red Sox jersey is buried. Furthermore, we can also look at how the Red Sox play when they are at Yankee stadium and a Red Sox jersey happens to be buried there; or when the Yankees are at Fenway when a Red Sox jersey is buried there.

When all is said and done, the main question would be: did the presence of an enemy shirt cause a team to play worse than usual? Did the presence of a friendly shirt cause a team to play better than usual? And the Cardinals, with no shirt, would be expected to play however they play without “supernatural” influence.

Looked at this way, I highly suspect that a buried jersey would have no influence on a team that knew nothing about it. There would probably be games where a Yankees jersey would be buried at Yankees stadium and the Yanks would play terribly. There would probably be games at Fenway where a Red Sox jersey was buried and which the Red Sox would win handily. And vice versa. Of course, a variant (and perhaps even more interesting version of the experiment) would be to “hint” to the players that a particular jersey is buried at the stadium on a given game, always hinting the opposite of what is really buried. In this case, one would be looking to see if the mystical power of the buried jersey could overcome the knowledge the players have that a jersey is buried in their stadium, either as help or hindrance.

When all is said and done, I think we’d find that the buried jersey has more value as foundation material than it does as a mystical cursing device.

Numerology

I’ve got numbers on the brain today, for obvious reasons and so I was amused when I ran down to grab breakfast this morning from McDonald’s (yes, I know, but I was in a hurry and I didn’t eat anything at home this morning) and my receipt indicated order #666.

It reminds me of one annoying thing about the Dolphin resort at which I stayed last weekend. Our room was on the 14th floor, but I noticed that there was no 13th floor. The elevator went from 12 to 14. Are people really so stupid as to think that if something is not labeled as thirteen that it is really not thirteen? (I’ve probably just offended a million stupid people, and I’m sorry, but come on!) If you count floors from the ground up, then the “14th” floor is still the thirteenth. People are crazy if they think they are safer or better off on a thirteenth floor labeled 14 than on a 13th floor labeled 13. And frankly, the hotel designers were idiots for propagating such nonsense.

If I get a survey about my stay in the hotel, I will say that everything was excellent, and that I had only one complaint: that every floor from the “14th” up was mislabeled.

It’s sad that people think that 13 is any more or less lucky than any other number. It’s sadder to see this reinforced by our architectural conventions.

Happy Friday, the Thirteenth

For all you superstitious folk out there, today is your day. This Bud’s for you.

Friday the Thirteenth

Yet another Friday the Thirteenth is here, the first once since May 13, 2005. I’ve always wondered why Friday the 13th is considered a day of misfortune, just as I’ve wondered why builders label the 13 floor of a building as the “14th” floor (as if anyone is really fooled by this). Wikipedia has a pretty good article on the origins of Friday the 13th.

I’m waiting for the taxi to pick me up and take me to Union Station so I can catch my 11:30 AM train up to Albany. With an hour layover in NYC, I’m scheduled to arrive in Albany at about 6:30 this evening.