Softball: A Quasi-Dialectical Portrait of How Our Legacy Endures
Dear People,
After three long weeks without the communal aerobic release that keeps us vital and hale, my team barely held off Chris Fure’s in a paragon of bracing metaphorical renewal, 17-16. Indeed, the verdant Codornices grasses were moist and inviting, the sky was pristine and azure blue, and in the wooded tundra beyond center-left, I could hear a cackle of North American rutting yak feting our long-awaited return.
Even better, Jen dropped by with Yael for the very first time in her barely-launched baby life, and in all candor, in just watching her watch Ehud, I could tell that she was already hooked for good. The Huud was in magnificent form, and as Yael saw her daddy dominate the field, I could hear her coo with pride and delight. “Goo goo gajoob!,’ she suddenly screamed, and then, as I looked deep into her dark inscrutable pupils, she looked up, pointed her index finger back at her drool-covered chin, and clearly mumbled, “pitcher, 2015.” I still get chills thinking about the chutzpah of her self-referential precocity, but regardless, I have now seen the future of our humble unaffiliated email-organized league, and without any doubt, I can tell you that it’s in the procreative seedlets of those already playin’.
Of course let’s not kid ourselves, for the bi-generational glory of progenal athletic pride will never be guaranteed. For example, when Chris’ contingent rallied hard in the 9th, it was Eli Davey, the very essence of burgeoning teenage potential, who solidified their momentum with a splendid line drive to left, and over the next four batters, the hits came so fast and furious that their tying and winning runs were now on 2nd and 3rd! Alas, though, and for reasons I don’t pretend to understand, Eli’s father Michael—the frightfully dangerous powerhouse of Chris’ entire team—suddenly killed their rally cold with a pitiful pop-up to short.
Yes, my friends, I could see the filial sense of solemn disgrace in Eli’s sensitive Hebraic eyes, and while the emotive scars will fade, I believe that the Daveyator’s ghastly out will forever symbolize the de-inspirational risk of raw paternal failure. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Ray
PS: Life’s Rich Pageant:
i-Art…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0yuqpk00Ts&feature=related
ii-Love…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9jxSOxtYHs
iii-Darryl’s Mom (!), as Grand Granny G…
http://g4tv.com/attackoftheshow/comedy/69765/Grand-Granny-G-Rapper.html
2/5/10
Softball: Your $4 Field Fee in Broader Perspective
Dear People,
There will hopefully be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still two slots left. Of course given the contemptible drizzle that continues as I type these very words, you will need to check email that morning to verify that the field is playable.
$4 if it happens/Cheer for the sun…Raymond 845-7552
PS: I was websurfing recently, and for whatever reason, I got transfixed by the site below; It is my earnest belief that if you like numbers, macroeconomics and an occasional joint, there is no better place than here to enjoy a nice relaxin’ buzz…
http://www.usdebtclock.org/#
PPS: In case you didn’t know, the moral backbone of our entire community does hair! . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-y6ZBXSdp0