Being of a mostly philosophical bent, the HP doesn’t do
numbers well; there are just too many of them. Oh, sure, back in high school he
liked algebra and trigonometry because they seemed like puzzles, but he hit the
wall when it came to higher math – calculus was, and still is, a mystery.
A general discomfort with numbers is why he didn’t go into accounting, engineering, nuclear physics, etc. He's much more comfortable with words.
But that said, and quite ironically, the HP often has numbers
on his mind.
Bridge
involves numbers
I play a lot of duplicate bridge. At each table, there are
four players, four suits, 52 cards in the deck, thirteen cards in each hand. We
typically play 28 deals in a session, and it lasts about 3.5 hours. On each
deal we count how many tricks we can win, figure the odds for taking a finesse
(50% more or less depending on what we intuit from the bidding), calculate the
chances of “setting” the opponents if we let them play the hand, and compute
differential scoring for being on offense or defense. We try to remember every
card played on each trick and tally the number of trumps and other key cards remaining.
The HP can usually handle these calculations, but there are other,
scarier numbers at work in bridge too. For example, the odds of holding a
“Yarborough” (a hand with no card higher than a 9) are 1828 to 1. The odds of
holding a “perfect hand” (one that can take all 13 tricks in Notrump regardless of what
the other players hold) are almost 170 million to 1.
And get this: there are 53,644,737,765,488,792,839,237,440,000
possible different deals. That’s more than 53
octillion (5.36 x 1028).
For all you chemistry majors reading this, that’s more than
“Avogadro’s number” (the number of elementary particles per mole of a substance).
Poor Avogadro – his famous number is a mere 602 septillion (6.02 x 1023).
The enormity of the number of
possible deals can be appreciated by considering that if each deal occupied just one square millimeter, you would need an area more than a hundred million
times the entire surface area of the Earth to hold them all.
Numbers
and rare events
Unrelated to bridge, and on a more practical level, the HP
has been thinking about the Law of Large Numbers and the probabilities of certain
rare events. For example, if the chance of something happening is 1 in 1,000
and you repeat the event 1,000 times, what is the likelihood that it will occur
at least once during those 1000 occasions? It turns out the answer is 63%.
Don’t ask me to explain why—I don’t do numbers,
remember?—but it makes sense intuitively. And if you understand calculus,
apparently this equation proves it:
That percentage is good to know. Consider the odds of
falling down a flight of stairs. They’re estimated to be roughly 1 in 20,000.
Not a big deal, right? Well, maybe not on any given day, but consider how many
times you go up and down stairs in a lifetime. More than 20,000, right?
According to the above equation, there’s a 63% chance you’ll fall on one of
those trips. (Pun intended.) According to the CDC, falls cause nearly
one-third of all non-fatal injuries, and more than 800,000 of those injuries require
hospitalization. Even more surprising, about every 20 minutes an older adult
dies as the result of a fall.
These statistics were a reason I persuaded my homeowner’s
association to let the HP install handrails on our exterior stairs. And considering the number of times our residents traverse those steps in
a year, the Law of Large Numbers was bound to catch up to us at some point. It
still might, of course, but at least now there’s a handrail to grab onto.
It’s a small world
In a lighter vein, odds and
probabilities seem to come into play often in the form of “small world”
stories. For example, when talking to the guy across the hall in my condo I learned that he is also from St. Louis, had lived in the
subdivision next to ours back there, went to the same high school my kids did, and was
just one year behind my younger son, whom he knew casually. So of course I
wondered, “what are the odds of that?”
Then a new couple moved in, and
while talking to them I found out they had just moved from the
apartment building I lived in before I bought the condo. Further inquiry revealed that they lived
in the exact same unit I did, one of more than 50 in that other building. What are the
odds of that?
Then I learned that the guy downstairs from me is a Navy diver. He knows another Navy diver who is the son of one of my law school classmates. What are the odds of that?
And one day I met a new
player at the bridge club, got to talking to him about our common interest in
health law, and gave him my business card. A few days later I saw him again and
he began with, “I know someone you know, and in fact I’m married to her.” It
turns out he took my card home, laid it on the table, and when his wife saw it she said, “I
went to college with Stuart! How the hell do you know him?” Susan and I hadn’t
seen each other in more than 50 years, but we’re now friends again. Small
world, huh! What are the odds of that?
Everyone has small world
stories, and they’re intriguing because the odds of them happening seem
astronomical. But since we all have these stories, the odds must not very high
after all. And they aren't, actually.
We all know or have known hundreds, maybe thousands of
people in our lives. And each of them knows hundreds or thousands of others. The
“six degrees of separation” phenomenon comes into play. (That’s the premise that
every person is connected to every other person on the planet through at most a
chain of six common friends or acquaintances.)
So when two strangers meet—at
a bridge club or on an airplane, for example—it’s virtually certain that they have a common
acquaintance. What’s really against the odds is for them to discover
the connection. And it’s intriguing to imagine the scores of “small world”
stories that go unrecognized in the interactions we have with people every day. (More on the small world phenomenon can be found in a scholarly article at http://www.appstate.edu/~hagemansj/smallworld.html.)
And finally
If ever the HP is
dissatisfied and ponders what it would be like to go back to his youth, all he
has to do is think of calculus. At this age, those are the kinds of numbers that just aren’t worth trying to understand.
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