In the words of the Sammy Cahn and James van Heusen classic, “Call Me Irresponsible”, the great singer Frank Sinatra confessed:
Call me unpredictable, tell me I’m impractical Rainbows, I’m inclined to pursue. (Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC)
In this ode of love, he admitted he was unpredictable, so be careful. A fair warning for those embarking on a relationship with him. Thanks, Frank!
How are your predictions going these days?
For those following the World Series, all predictions of a Detroit or Baltimore versus Washington World Series are long forgotten as the unlikely tandem of Kansas City – Kansas City? Really? – and San Francisco (back for the third time in five years) take the field tonight.
For any gearing up for the NHL season, the airwaves are rife with predictions. Talk radio and cable shows are filled with panels of analysts telling us whether Ovechkin will flourish with a new coach or if Edmonton will blow up their roster if they don’t start winning soon.
My thought? Call them unpredictable. Sure, it’s fun to predict, then see if we are correct, or have to eat humble pie.
We live in a time of over-analysis where predictions are the norm. Predictions are simply expectations made with whatever facts are at our disposal. These facts are mixed with a liberal amount of hope and guesswork.
Next Monday’s municipal elections will reveal whose predictions were correct about the local elections, especially the Toronto mayoralty race. When asked last evening what they would do if they lost the race, each said they would not lose. Fair to say two of those contenders were wrong.
As for the voters? Call them unpredictable. And watch the results.
© Brian F. Reynolds BFRspace 2014
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