I used to be a voracious reader. Something about college killed it. I'm lucky if I finish two books a year now. But my uncle gave my the audiobook for it and he told me the same thing you did about the hockey player DOBs to hook me in. And I heard Gladwell out for a chapter or three. But I think he was centering in on a fluke stat. In other words, if there were no kids born in the months he cited, Canada still would've produced the same amount of hockey players, regardless of what fucking month they were born in. Months are parts of an arbitrary dating system/calendar imposed before our time that happens to work good and is convenient. But to assign one to a person's achievement on the ice or in life or is fucking ridiculous, no matter how brilliant the theorist.
EDIT: That, and audio books don't work for me. I do most of my driving in the 021-- so I need my antennae up at all times. Can't be taking in Gladwell while morons are trying to kill me.
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