I don't believe in astrology, but the first Mrs. Oaktown did. She used to say, "you're such a Virgo." What she meant by this was OCD. Apparently this is a Virgo trait. On occasion she'd find some anecodtal evidence to support this Virgo thing. I scoffed but I noticed.
This one time, I was at the grocery store and this guy behind me in line started straightening up the checkstand while he was waiting: he stacked the hand carts, put the People Magazine back in the rack with People and the Us Magazine back in with the Us. He put the Trident gum back in it's spot. He just kind of did it all unconsciously. Seemed like a thing I would do.
So I turned to the guy and I said, "Hey, this is going to sound like a weird question, but when's your birthday?" I shit you not the guy says, "August 24th." I said, "Huh...mine too."
"There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," wrote Shakespeare.
Just like I don't believe in astrology, I don't believe in hunches. I think that SABR is the way to go. And yet...and yet, it's hard to shake that feeling that we might know something we cannot logically know. And yes, this is subject to confirmation bias. We remember the times hunches were right and forget when we were wrong. But it feels like if you're paying good attention, sometimes somehow you can know. It's still a game played by men, not number generating machines.
It was the Bossman conversation that got me thinking of this, especially with the idea of Justin going to the Braves. It's a great storyline for fake baseball because it taps into this feeling of maybe we can guess at something beyond the numbers. What will it mean to the numbers when brothers play together?
Just on a whim, I looked up the Upton brothers birthdays: BJ August 21st, Justin August 25th. Bookends to my birthday, though BJ is a Leo. But then, so was the first Mrs. Oaktown. Her birthday was August 21st.