Having three dual-tuner DVRs in the house means nothing gets watched live, it seems, not even a crucial World Cup match. And so it was that I was about half an hour behind for Germany-Argentina today. Not a problem, I just avoided the Internet until the match was over.
Except my cell phone started ringing at about 10:30 my time. The match as I was watching it was in its final minutes of regulation, tied 1-1, and I didn't want to answer the phone during such a crucial moment, so I didn't. Fool that I was, though, I checked to see who called. It was my brother Geoff. And I immediately knew what was going to happen in the soccer match, even though I didn't listen to the voice message he left, and even though there was certainly no reason why he shouldn't have called.
Here's how my thinking went: when I saw Geoff had called, I knew the match would go into extra time, because I knew he had called after the 120 minutes had been played (even though they were only about 85 minutes in on my television), and that meant no one was going to score in the remaining few minutes of regular time. And I was right.
Then something happened that led to another correct conclusion, even though my reasoning was faulty this time. About ten minutes after Geoff called, the phone rang again. This time I didn't look to see who was calling ... I'd been burned once ... but it didn't matter, because I knew right then and there that the match had gone to penalties, because I knew that was Geoff calling again ten minutes later, and that meant he was trying my cell again after penalties had been kicked. And, in fact, they did go to penalties, so I was right again.
Except when I looked at the call log ... it wasn't Geoff who called the second time, it was Neal.
I ought to be able to figure out a way to use this anecdote in my critical thinking class.