Softball: Lessons of Broad Metaphorical Application in the GeoAthletic Experience
Dear People,
On an eerily sultry mid-Winter day, Pace's team barely staved off my own, 18-17. I have no regrets, though, for the game itself was a paragon of see-sawing competitive excellence, and I honestly can't say that there's any one play or player that was the proximate cause of my side's tragic loss. Oh sure, it would be easy to point the finger at Dave Ross, who let Debbie's 10-foot two-out blooper fall right through his buttery little glove, thereby allowing an utterly preventable 3rd-inning three-run rally. But really, what would that accomplish?
Or for that matter, it would be even easier to note that the Rossinator stoically blocked a blistering bases-loaded 6th-inning grounder down the 3rd base line, only to spend the next 13 seconds twirling around like a defective dreidel, spastically searching for the ball in question. Yet I would gently suggest that it's unfair to even mention this, if for no other reason than the devious orb was actually hiding on the ground below him, directly under his protected little scrotal parts. Would you have seen it earlier? Maybe, maybe not.
The point is that we're a determined people of free will who accept the harsh emotive risks of fault and degradation, since if we shied away from these games in fear of Rossing out, we would, in essence, be reduced to the role of spectators in our own aerobic destinies. Yeah, I'm not ashamed to embrace the activist prose of agency as currently applied to those in Tahrir Square, for like those who seek their freedom anywhere, we as individual athletes must always keep our eye on the ever evasive ball. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
PS: Middle School Science, God and Bill O'Reilly-The Gift that Keeps on Giving….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5v1SkpUqYj0
PPS: If you're missing a Cancun baseball cap or a Berkeley Parks and Rec 2000 championship t-shirt, you can thank Kira for saving them. Also, if anybody picked up Jeff Powers' cherished Gatorade-inscribed water bottle, please let me know.