Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Max Scherzer's signing leads to existential crisis.

I always find it amusing when sports writers downplay guarantees that were never made.

Of course the Scherzer singing doesn't guarantee a World Series victory for the Nationals. Did anyone suggest it did? Is that the proper way to assess the value of a free agent signing?:

"We’ll all be stunned if the Nationals fail to win the National League East this year. They’ll dominate through the summer, embarrass the Marlins and Mets, and pour champagne on one another in late September. That’s what the Scherzer signing virtually guarantees them, barring horrible luck."

Sounds pretty good!


"But does a rotation packed with aces and near-aces assure greatness, success, improvement over what the team accomplished last year? Eh. None of us knows what’s going to happen, ever, with anything."

Dude.

What if we're all a computer program written by an advanced civilization?

What if your version of "red" is different than my version of "red"? Ever think of that?

What if there is no "Andy Martino." Two words "Andy Martino" representing an abstract idea and then the spaces between the atoms really mean the perceptions of solid space in the x-y-z coordinate is just an illusion and then the only reason Andy Martino even exists is because enough external people believe in the fictional idea of an "Andy Martino."

Oh, man, you're bumming me out. None of us knows what's going to happen, ever, with anything.

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