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Speaking of the NCAA Tournament, I’m reminded of a Puzzler once offered on NPR’s CarTalk. It goes something like this (paraphrasing liberally, as I’m not going to search their archives for the thing):

A guy in a small town somewhere decides, upon winning the Lottery, to open a bar somewhere in the Great Plains. After choosing the town — Sturgis, SD — by throwing a dart at a map, he opens his bar in late winter. Business is decent to start with, but after a few months he wants to drum up some publicity, so he decides that he’s going to hold an arm-wrestling tournament toward the end of summer. He pays a buddy of his to promote the thing on the Internet, sets up the dates, and waits for the participants to sign in. A few weeks later, he calls his buddy to find out how it’s going, and the buddy tells him:

“Man, I forgot to tell you: the dates we chose are during the Sturgis Bike Rally, when thousands of people on Harley motorcycles flock to town. We’ve got 16, 348 people signed up for the tournament! I gotta start setting it up, but first I gotta figure out how many matches that’s gonna take. That’ll take forever….”

“Wait a minute,” says the bar owner. “It’s a single-elimination tournament, right?”

“Yeah. But 16,348 people! How many matches is that?”

And without missing a beat, the bar owner tells him exactly how many matches the tournament will require. Question: How did he know, so quickly?

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Obviously one could figure this out with paper and pencil, dividing everything by two and counting up the matches. But in a tournament of this size, clearly this would take some time, especially for a couple of bumpkins living in Sturgis who are unaware of the Bike Rally each year! So, how does the bar owner know how immediately how many matches the tourney will require?

It has to do with the tourney itself. There are many kinds of tournaments: you can have a “Round Robin”, for example, where every entrant is guaranteed to play every other entrant at least once; or a “Double Elimination”, where each loser is placed in a “Loser’s Bracket”, with the winner of the “Loser’s Bracket” going on to the Championship and therefore every participant being able to lose twice before elimination. This, though, is a single-elimination tournament: Lose once, and you’re done. The bar owner is able to reason, then, as follows:

1. Each match will produce one loser.

2. The tournament, overall, will produce one Champion.

3. A participant can only lose one time.

Therefore:

4. The total number of matches must be equal to the total number of losers that the Tournament produces.

And then it’s simple arithmetic: since only one of the 16,348 participants can be Champion, the tourney will produce 16,347 losers — and thus take 16,347 matches to do it. QED.

So, basically, we learn that in any single-elimination tournament, the total number of games played is equal to (N – 1), where N equals the total number of participants in the tournament. Thus, the NCAA Tourney — being 64 teams — involves 63 total games. The Major League Baseball playoffs are decided by series, not individual games, but it works here too: eight teams enter the playoffs each season, so there are a total of seven playoff series held. And it even works in the NFL’s lopsided system, where four teams in the playoffs don’t even play the first round: twelve teams enter the playoffs, and eleven games later we have a Super Bowl Champion.

Thus ends the mathematical portion of Byzantium’s Shores.

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Jane Galt has an interesting article up about the recording industry and file-sharing. The fact is, the recording industry does have a certain moral position here — protecting their product against copyright infringement, which I as a writer-in-waiting can get behind, to a certain extent. But the industry’s efforts to fight for their cause have been so ham-handed, stupid, and Draconian that it’s hard for anyone to feel sorry for them.

Gee, a partially-moral position undermined by poor tactics, strategic bungling, dishonesty and the unavoidable stench of raving commitment to self-interest….now, that sure sounds familiar….

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You’d think that if anything were to get me excited about the NCAA basketball tournament, living in Syracuse while the Orangemen make a run at the Final Four (a win tomorrow, and they’re in) would be it. And yet, we’re moving next week, so I’m still ho-hum about the whole thing. Oh well.

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Shortly after 9-11-01 happened, Ann Coulter — the Right’s answer to Michael Moore — opined, “We should invade their countries, kill their leaders, and convert them all to Christianity”. Well:

1. Invasion: Check.

2. Kill their leaders: In progress.

3. Convert them heathens: Waiting in the wings.

I seem to recall a Chinese curse or something that said, “May you live in interesting times.” I’m starting to understand just why that is considered a curse.

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Time for some random links and such…

:: Check out the mouse-navigation here. (Unless you’re afraid of mice.)

:: Heh. (By the way, Home is a great album.)

:: Sheila Viehl has a nifty post up about how to handle backstory in fiction.

:: All right, shouldn’t this be a sign of some kind of Apocalypse?

:: And finally, I just have to love the veiled threats we’re apparently making against Canada. Because, you know, restricted trade with Canada is just the thing for the ever-suffering economy of border cities like, oh, Buffalo.

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There is still snow to be seen around Syracuse — not blanketing the ground, but large piles where snowplows deposited them over the course of winter, and we’re supposed to get a little more snow this weekend in what will probably be the last blast of wintry weather for this season. With all the melting snow, waterways are up and the ground is very soft and, in most places, muddy; the grass has barely begun to move from “earth-tones” into the “greens”.

In other words, it’s time for the obsessive golfers to start wading through the quagmire golf course across the street.

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I guess I’m in a sports mood today. Sean sends me a report that Patriots QB Tom Brady has agreed to restructuring of his contract in order to free up money so the Pats can pursue some free-agent talent. This is a very classy move on Brady’s part, and it’s the kind of thing that we don’t see enough in sports today — especially the NFL, when players would just as soon gnaw off their own arms before giving up any of the money promised them in their contracts. I remember how Bruce Smith, one of the finest defensive players in NFL history, would become a complete blockhead during the offseason — he’d sign a new contract one year, making him very rich; but a few years down the road when someone else would sign a bigger contract somewhere else, he’d suddenly make noises that he wanted more money than what he’d signed for earlier. Brady is taking a financial hit for the team, and it’s good to see.

But I still hate the Patriots and hope they use this new windfall to sign, say, Jim McMahon or Jeff George or someone similarly useless. Harumph.

(There, Sean, I publicly praised Tom Brady. It will NOT happen again, I don’t care if he gets the Pats to the Super Bowl and then goes 35-36 for eight touchdowns and 700 yards!!!)

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Timothy Goebel came in second at last night’s World Figure Skating Championships, beaten by Evgeny Plushenko. Once again, the event was won by a Russian man who, quite frankly, bores me. I can’t put it in any other way than that: Russian men, with the exception of the fiery Alexei Yagudin (who sat out last night with an injury), bore me to tears. It’s a long tradition that dates back to Viktor Petrenko, who should never have beaten Paul Wylie for the gold medal at Albertville. And then there was Alexei Urmanov, who was staggeringly dull in defeating Elvis Stojko and Phillipe Candeloro in Lillehammer. And there was Ilya Kulik, leading up to Plushenko — all of them flawless jumpers, outstanding athletes, and just boring skaters. There’s got to be something in these guys’ skating that I’m just not seeing, because it seems to me that every time out someone else skates with more passion and fire, and yet each time lately, the Russian wins. Plushenko’s performance last night was technically excellent, but it was also rather lifeless. Goebel, though, was also flawless and he skated with grace and charm. Oh well — I’m sure that if Yagudin had been able to skate, though, he would have blown both of them out of the water. Now there is a fiery skater.

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(The Scene: A bar in Washington, DC. Last night.)

BARFLY: So I says to the guy, ya don’t know what yer talkin’ about!

BARTENDER: Really? What’d he say to that?

BARFLY: Well–

(He is interrupted by the sudden histrionics by a guy a few seats down, who is banging on the bar, sobbing into his beer, and screaming, “Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?”)

BARFLY: Geez. What’s that guy’s problem?

BARTENDER: Oh, him. Yeah, he’s a Duke fan.

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