There are several other Jumble blogs, but the ones I checked all started off by listing the answers. In this blog, answers can be either hinted at or masked by burying them in comments. No overt spoilers!
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Your poem highlights the impossibility of grasping the odds of these huge lotteries. The chances of anyone winning are so absurdly astronomical it feels no different whether it's a thousand to one or tetragazillion! I'm pretty sure most folk who bet are really just betting against an otherwise sure loss. ~ OMK
The jumble clues were easy, though the solution took a little time to become obvious. I do try to avoid any hints and solve on my own; it's more satisfying for me that way. If I decide to look for help, the poem is my go-to source.
Really like the poem, which highlights the statistical truth that has always left me uninterested in buying a ticket. Of course: "I coulda been a millyunaih!!"
Delightful poem, Owen, perfect for the Jumble puzzle. I had to have my visiting friend help me with the third word--just couldn't figure it out. But I got the Jumble solution without any problem. Put in RAT first for the first three letter word and realized that wouldn't work. So focused on the middle one and it helped snag the solution.
That's Al Capp of course. I recall "Long Sam(if you followed the Wiki). As a prepubescent boy I was disappointed when my Boston Globe cancelled right in the middle of Sam's hugging contest.
| lotto, prone, invoke, patchy, con-"trap"-tion.
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I once built a prediction machine
I thought winning the lotto a dream.
This computerized contraption
Boosted chances (by a fraction).
The results were sort of patchy,
It was prone to be unhappy,
Then the numbers that it gave
Had a record that was grave.
It invoked my own calculations,
Subtracted any combinations
That had won since in the past
A first ping-pong ball was cast!
When everyone else is done
They are fourteen mill to one,
While my number trap, with a thrill,
Reduced mine to one in thirteen mill!
Your poem highlights the impossibility of grasping the odds of these huge lotteries. The chances of anyone winning are so absurdly astronomical it feels no different whether it's a thousand to one or tetragazillion!
I'm pretty sure most folk who bet are really just betting against an otherwise sure loss.
~ OMK
For the middle of the solution, remember to use the obvious word missing from the cartoon.
The jumble clues were easy, though the solution took a little time to become obvious. I do try to avoid any hints and solve on my own; it's more satisfying for me that way. If I decide to look for help, the poem is my go-to source.
Really like the poem, which highlights the statistical truth that has always left me uninterested in buying a ticket. Of course: "I coulda been a millyunaih!!"
Delightful poem, Owen, perfect for the Jumble puzzle. I had to have my visiting friend help me with the third word--just couldn't figure it out. But I got the Jumble solution without any problem. Put in RAT first for the first three letter word and realized that wouldn't work. So focused on the middle one and it helped snag the solution.
The only odds smaller than winning power Ball are not having any ticket at all. But, buying 10000 gives one a Statistically insignificant advantage.
All I had to do after getting the four J's was to put the 'Obvious' word in the right place
But... Researching Hugh Goldberg led to
Al Capo
Fascinating story of his feud with Ham Fisher, creator of Joe Palooka.
WC
That's Al Capp of course. I recall "Long Sam(if you followed the Wiki).
As a prepubescent boy I was disappointed when my Boston Globe cancelled right in the middle of Sam's hugging contest.
WC
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