3/6/01
Softball: 6.8 (A Nuanced Appraisal of Inner Strength)
Dear People,
I am now back in the civility of the Bay Area, and because calls for my ouster were vociferous but rare, I have concluded that I must still be loved and appreciated, or at least marginally tolerated as a source of cheap organizational labor. In any case, because there was no game last weekend, and because I have finally internalized the magnitude of the terror that I endured, I would like to briefly report on my own personal experience in last week’s Seattle earthquake.
As is my wont, I was taking a nurturing hot chocolate break from the drudgery of my literary enslavement in the basement below. More specifically, I was alone in the house, luxuriating at my sister’s pristine birch dining table, when I first noticed that my cup of cocoa was starting to spontaneously skip to and fro. I initially thought that this was somewhat peculiar behavior for an inanimate object, but of course I’m fairly quick on the uptake, and thus less than 10 seconds later, it suddenly occurred to me that the table, the surrounding home and the ground itself were beginning to spazz violently in ways that I found completely unacceptable.
As the ruckus intensified, I darted for the front of the house, screamed pointlessly, and grabbed the front doorknob. Then, just as I was about to dash down the stairs in a dignified sprint for safety, I turned around and suddenly found myself starring deep into the golden eyes of my sister’s 18 year old cat---regal, languid and profoundly still on the living room rocking-chair, his apparently clueless demeanor reflective of a soothing synaptic coat of feline dementia. For a stunning nanosecond I contemplated rushing back into the now violently shaking abode in order to grab this cherished mammal, and yes, frankly, at that very moment, I was overwhelmed by the depth of my own raw courage.
Fortunately, common sense took hold and I quickly concluded that Tigre was perfectly capable of fending for himself. Yet as I scampered down those steps to the relative security of the undulating sidewalk below, I felt a greater sense of spiritual renewal than ever before. Yes, I guess there truly is something reassuring in merely discovering that the potential for heroism is deep within one’s own fragile bosom. And therefore, there will be a game at Albany’s beautiful OCEAN VIEW PARK (on Buchanan between San Pablo and the freeway), this Sunday at 3:00 PM, followed by a succulent game of ultimate, IF I get enough commits by Friday morning…..Raymond
3/9/01
Softball: Enfin….
Dear People,
There will be a game at Albany’s Ocean View Park this Sunday at 3PM, and as of now, there are still a few slots left. Please bring $2 for the field…Ray
PS: On Buchanan, between San Pablo and the freeway (Older maps may show it as Middle School Park).
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