A man . . . sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until–“My God,” says a second man, “I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn.” At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience . . . “Look, look!” recites the crowd. “A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer.

— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

Every Sunday night, I record a live Stealing Bananas with Ben Gretch and every Monday I dive a little deeper into the numbers with the help of the Monday Review and other RotoViz tools.

Today, I break down the coming out party for Jaxon Smith-Njigba and provide a few of my favorite buys and sells of the week.

The Name We Give to Common Experience

I’m not sure we’ve ever gotten such a clear contrast in scheme and playcalling as we did yesterday afternoon with Ryan Grubb and Seattle versus yesterday evening with Shane Waldron and Chicago.