Softball: Contemplative Explorations in Consanguinity
Dear People,
Chris Fure's team beat back my own, 16-13, but only after giving up a 5th-inning 12-1 lead that shriveled to just a scrawny little run in the bottom of the 8th. Frankly, it was one of the greatest failed rallies of this generation, and to have come up short at the end is profoundly bittersweet. That's especially true since towering community-legend Jonny 'the wanderer” Sagorin had flown in from Australia just to be part of our triumph, and indeed, his two mid-game multi-base blasts to the yak-laden tundra beyond center-left were the inspirational Aussie foundation of our truly staggering renaissance.
And for the record, I'm not just saying that just because I know that he has family reading these very words across the entire planet, from his beloved mom Sylvia, in Jo'burg, to his cherished sister Felice, in Melbourne. No, my friends, it's simply not my thing to be chary with the narrative fuels of familial pride when they're so clearly and richly deserved.
Of course, let's not kid ourselves; Had Jonny's performance at 3rd not been a feckless paragon of cataclysmic ineptitude, we certainly wouldn't have fallen so pathetically behind in the first place. In all candor, it was as if he fell into an engorged orb-swallowing black hole whenever he took the field, for half the balls hit toward him quickly disappeared underneath his precariously wobbly legs, mitt and ego. From my first base perch, the entire spectacle made me tremulous and queasy, and while I can't prove it, I have no other explanation for my own somewhat less-than-dignified performance than the insidious effects of quantum fielder-suck entanglement.
So look, I'm not going to be chary with the narrative fuels of familial humiliation when they're so clearly and richly deserved, for in the end, both Sylvia and Felice undoubtedly understand that the discomforting hesitation with which they admit their genetic ties to our floundering hero are an inevitable manifestation of their deeply conflicted emotions. Indeed, this is a nuanced and ubiquitous dilemma that has burdened humanity since the ancient conceptualization of family itself; “He is my kin. I love my kin. This is so totally bogus; I want different kin.”
The point is that the magnificent Sagorins have clearly shown us that it's not always easy to wallow in the glory of our most intimate tribal units, which is precisely why I'd like to think that in giving Rick Santornutt a solid second-place showing, the good folk of Michigan have still helped lead our nation's struggling families to those nurturing and timeless Judeo-Christian values of early medieval Gaul. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
2/29/12
Softball: The Intriguing Varieties of Faith
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and if you still want in, feel free to get on the wait list or contact me later for news of reopened slots.
This week's field fee is just $4, and that includes either a rare Church of Scientology certified E-meter with triple the normal galvanic skin response (!), or an ever rarer post-game pre-posthumous baptismal by the one and only Mormon Church…Raymond 845-7552