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To: DUCT TAPE HAIR CLUB who wrote (5752)10/30/1999 12:14:00 AM
From: Frank A. Coluccio  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 12823
 
Yankee fan?

Duct Tape, I'm a Yankee fan if the METS Lose. smile

BTW, watching the series that the METS wound up losing, even though I was cheering for them, was ever so much more exciting to me than seeing the Yankees sweep. I kept hoping that the Braves would kick the Yanks' butts in NY for a couple of games, just to make it interesting. But no, boring.

The METS? With them it's like cheering on VoIP against the determinism of the traditional switched POTS network. You get in a few moments of clarity on VoIP and then your spirits are lifted high... It Works!

And then this recurring echo appears and you wind up speaking to yourself six times before the other end chimes in. And then you step on each other... well, that's what they call it when you collide and nullify each others intellligence. The latter describes VoIP on the public Internet. [Okay, I know that Jeff Pulver is watching in so I feel compelled to say that Managed IP backbones are much better vor VON/VoIP services, becoming commercial in quality now, as we type. But that doesn't help me with my METS analogy...]

When it comes to commercial quality, you know who's going to win, and who's going to lose. Boring.

But there's always next year, and maybe next year both VoIP and the Mets will do a couple of things to surprise us all without the audible artifacts. Again, maybe.

Regards, Frank Coluccio