Earlier this year, I posted about sports and randomness. I noted that many people fail to account for the role of randomness in sports. I also noted that Billy Beane, the general manager of the Oakland A's, gets randomness and I quoted a story from Michael Lewis's book.
I went from memory but here is the exact statement from the book, edited with asterisks for obvious reasons:
Billy Beane had been surprisingly calm throughout the team's playoff debacle. Before the second game against the Twins, when I'd asked him why he seemed so detached--why he wasn't walking around the parking lot with his white box--he said, "My s**t doesn't work in the play-offs. My job is to get us to the play-offs. What happens after that is f***ing luck"
By the way, I had the luck (there's randomness again) of seeing the A's win their 20th game in a row, a game that Lewis writes about in Moneyball: My friend I went with and I were talking about it all the way home and I didn't notice that, while I was driving 75, we had moved into a stretch in which the speed limit was 55. I got popped for a speeding ticket. Randomness.