3/19/08
Softball: A Rare Skipper’s Day of Struggle
Dear People,
My team slew Ken’s on the last hit of the game, 16-15, in one of those taut see-sawing affairs in which neither side ever pulled ahead by more than a couple runs, thereby giving the peculiar multi-inning impression that all 20 players were somehow locked in an oily Greco-Roman chain of intertwined submission holds. Yeah, it was THAT taut, but the weather was perfect, the outfield grasses were verdant, and Spring was in the air.
In any case, I’m not really sure what ultimately tipped the balance, since every person on that gorgeous field played with staggering finesse. Except perhaps most of Ken’s side, including the Kenster himself. Indeed, his curious inability to catch, stop or even reason with the first five balls that were hit to his centerleft venue can only be described as an unusually stark portraiture of the modern American athlete in ghastly aerobic freefall.
Still, this beloved and inimitable Ken-of-Men rallied strong, his post-drunken captainship both steady and resolute. So ultimately, I can’t even say that those early run-costly errors contributed to the final outcome, if for no other reason than I’m simply not a scholar of recreational causation. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Ray
3/21/08
Softball: Your Good-time Resurrection Sport
Dear People,
My persnickety gmail account has been down 98% of the time since yesterday morning and it is being techno-retardo as I type these very words (“gmail server error 502”---the kill-unaffiliated-email-organized-softball bug).
Thus, while I’d love to discuss the Lord and ancient Hebraic stickball and all of that, I really only have time to say there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now, there is still one slot left.
To be guaranteed that last slot, call me if I don’t get back to you within a few hours/$3 for the field/See you Sunday…Ray 845-7552
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