As always, click to enlarge...Who'll Stop The Rain Dept.: I'm in New England for a week visiting family. Last night, my son, his roommate, and I went over to Fenway Park to catch the Red Sox and the Tampa Bay Rays. The folly of man trying to predict the weather occupied much of the evening's events. You see, Friday night, the Red Sox and Rays got in one-third of an inning before the game was called on account of rain. It seems that the the Sox' Super Duper Pooper Scooper of a high tech weather service predicted that the rain would be temporary even though anyone out of doors in Boston last night could have told them otherwise. Well, they weren't going to make the same mistake twice, by God.
So, last night, after an intermittently rainy afternoon, the Sox powers-that-be delayed the start of the game for two hours and ten minutes despite the fact that it wasn't raining at all. But, the SDPS of a high-tech weather service had apparently predicted that it would rain, prompting the team to delay the start. Now, the last downpour that I know of that hit when and where it was predicted was back in the days of a ballplayer name o' Noah. Heck, even Hurricane Katrina veered east at the last minute and spared NOLA the worst of the actual natural disaster part of that catastrophe. So why in the name of God/Buddha/Allah/Yahweh/Higher Power of Your Choice would anyone delay a ball game on the basis of trying to predict the weather? If it's not raining, you start the game, right? Wrong, apparently.
Well, I'll you what was predictable, and that was the deluge that descended at around 11:00, well after the game would have ended had it started at 7:00 instead of 9:15. Fortunately, the Sox led 9-1 and the game had gone the requisite 5 innings to go in the books as a win. But what is it that makes people in the year 2009 think that they can predict when exactly a rain storm is going to strike? Hubris? An overinflated confidence in technology? You tell me...
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