Today is the Wimbledon men's finals.  It is going on right now, in fact.  The finalists are our two favorite players, Djokovic and Federer.  Who to root for?

I asked Eve, she said she has no favorite to win.  I told her she had to.  She said no, she is not rooting for either one over the other.  What if I told you that you had to pick one or I would kill you, I asked her.  She said then she would flip a coin.   Good answer.

Or would it really be left to chance?  I am reminded of a Grook by Piet Hein.  It goes like this:

Whenever you're called on to make up your mind

and you're hampered by not having any

the best way to solve the dilemma you'll find

is simply by spinning a penny.

No - not so that chance shall decide the affair

While you're passively standing there moping,

but the moment the penny is up in the air

you suddenly know what you're hoping.