Opinion: Broke my wrist, missed out

I missed out.

The day after my accident, it was announced that there is a new largest-known prime number. It’s 2136279841-1. I’m pretty sure that I could have written a series of columns about how that knowledge would affect our everyday lives. If that “-1” is “minus one,” then it would not be a prime number because it would be divisible by 2. So, it’s probably some sort of mathematical notation. Whatever. I missed it.

Then, less than a week later, the Los Angeles Dodgers won the National League championship by beating the New York Mets in six games of a seven-game series. With Dodger-Blue blood pumping at break-neck speed, I watched the battle between the descendants of the “Boys of Summer” and the NY Yankees on TV. Predictably, a team that paid a billion dollars for a pitcher who convalesced for half the season and an MVP who sat on the bench, getting up to swing a bat only three of four times per game, won. But I didn’t get to write about it.