Sunday 7 May 2017

The obsession with statistics (May 3)


The lower end of high-end technology

                        by Robert LaFrance

            There is a downside to modern technology – in fact, there are many downsides (which we used to call disadvantages) to modern technology; I found yet another one just this morning.
            Since we are quite wealthy, we have two cars, a 2009 Toyota Yaris and a 2014 Toyota Corolla. Luxury on wheels in both cases.
            My wife and I each drive both vehicles, although one of us does not drive both at the same time. When I drive the Corolla, I find that the backup camera, when I have remembered to clean the crud off it, is a valuable tool for, well, backing up.
            This morning, thinking I was heading for town, I jumped into the Yaris and started backing it up. I couldn’t understand why the image on the backup camera wasn’t changing. I kept backing up anyway. It had to change sooner or later, right?
            Too late I realized that I had been looking at the car’s radio, which is situated at the same place in the Yaris as the backup camera in the Corolla. Did you know that 2002 Chev pickup trucks can really put a crimp in one’s plans, if one backs out in front of one? Well, it can.
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            I rarely watch hockey, even in Stanley Cup Playoff time, but when I do I am amazed at the absolute frenzy sports announcers go into about statistics. It’s the same with soccer, my favourite sport, but let’s stick to hockey for now.
            “Vinnie, we have to keep our eye on Leaf winger Olaf Pingous,” said announcer Edgar Sunderland during one game. “Did you know that this year he hasn’t scored a slapshot goal between minute 21 and minute 29 in any game that takes place in a city whose name has more than four vowels?”
            “I hear you, Edgar. And how about that Detroit goalie, Al Drumbeat? I just looked into the lists of ‘firsts’ and found that he was the first left-handed NHL player to score 20 goals before the 40th game of a season ending in the digit ‘8’. That would be 1988, when he was playing for the Mighty Ducks.”
            They went on and on, outlining other statistics and major milestones (even though we are supposed to use the metric system) in various players’ careers. I’ll leave you with one more:
            In the year 2007, Jerry Feinstin Jr. of the Toronto Maple Leafs, later the Dream Team of 2016-17, scored a goal in minute 18 of the first, second and third periods. A hat trick to dream of. The Leafs were playing the Detroit Red Wings, whose announcer, Goergio Fennault, also pointed out that Feinstin was the first player without a beard who ever wore pink skates while eating a Tim Horton’s chili dog between the second and third periods. A defenseman name Chuck Heppner had done a similar thing in 1997, but between the first and second periods.
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            I do a lot of reading, as the faithful and long-suffering consumer of this column knows, and one book I read at least four times a year is ‘Rural Musings’ by a New  Brunswick gent, now deceased, named Rolf Munroe from Taymouth. He also wrote a column by that  name from 1959 to 1963 in the Daily Gleaner.
            He had the country life down pat. The first chapter is entitled ‘Country Grapevine’ and hankered back to the days when – long before email, Facebook, cellphones, and even private telephone lines for everyone – the news got out somehow. Probably more quickly and more accurately than it does today.
            “The deepest routes of the grapevine stem from the fact that country communities, or most of them, have no police force, no fire department, no resident doctor or local hospital. When disaster strikes in the country, it is the victim’s neighbours who come to the rescue…” Of course he was talking about communities much farther away from these services than most of us are today. Munroe said that somehow the word spread faster in those days than it does today, and he died long before Snapchat and Twitter.
            He described how snake (cedar) fences were constructed, how, in those days before texting and GPS, children actually made paths through the woods without using their thumbs, how important railways were for local travel, and how impossible it was to put stovepipes together once that had been taken apart. He said that in those days houses had parlours, or ‘front rooms’ rarely used except for funerals, and kerosene lamps and lanterns, which he said were becoming obsolete.
            I highly recommend you read this great book, but I have to argue with him about the obsolescence of kerosene lamps and lanterns. Here in this estate, anticipating power outages, we own four kerosene lamps and two kerosene lanterns, plus lots of candles. We can’t all be right all the time.
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