To: TobagoJack who wrote (3518 ) 5/9/2001 4:12:55 PM From: smolejv@gmx.net Respond to of 74559 ...this is meant as a response or support to Jay's statement of evident truth, namely "that most on SI are equally adept at being geniuses over the past few years". I posted it some time ago -in 97 I guess - but lost track of the original URL, so I just rewrote it. At that time it was just a natural, pristine reaction of a (fresh) freshman to a bull market. Here I go now (again)... As a kid I used to to go to the mountains in the winter. Once, twice a season. Hard climbs to say 5000 feet, six hours to the hut, that had to be thawed out, warmed up, made livable... Skiing in knee-deep snow. Cold... It was (evidently) quite some fun. We were a loose group of acquaintances, with an inner hard-core and then some newcomers (you do fall in and out of love now and then for instance) who dropped in, stayed or moved out. With the night starting five o'clock, no power and no TV we played a lot of games. One of the absolute musts every time was the game called "matchstick". It could be played only once - because after that point the game was blown for the season -. The game was very simple and could also be termed plain stupid: a candidate - of course one of those not in the know - was told that he/she seems to have extraordinary psychic powers and that the game will try to prove it. The only thing he/she is requested to do is to figure out, when he/she returns into the room, who among the people present has a matchstick in his or her hands. The person was then sent out to cool for a minute and wait for the call to come in. The rest of the gang made some simple preparations for the killing and then invited the person to come it. Q: who's got the matchstick? Usually it took them betwen five to ten minutes to make a guess and you know what? They guessed it right! Again, the person was sent out, and on the second try, cant believe it, they guessed again! There was a remarkable change between occasion 1 and 2 and later - they started to move with grace, with a stride in their steps and a vibrant strength in their voices, they KNEW that the force is with them! We never went beyond try four, because we soon got fed up with exploding egos; the stupid, harsh, prosaic fact was that no wonder everyone of them guessed right every time - we all had a matchstick in our hands. The market was skewed, it was playing games on the poor sucker, it made a king out of everybody. I will not talk about their reactions when the plot was uncovered, its immaterial. What made me write this story in 97 (and makes me write it again) is the memory of their postures, of their faces... They were so damn similar to what I (and a lot of others) saw in their mirrors in bull times.