4/1/15
Softball: The Kinesiological Meaning of Easter
Dear People,
After inexplicably plunging into the error-laden disgrace of a 10-0 2nd-inning abyss, my team found its way in the ethically dubious cleavage between our rules as an aerobic folk and 'reality' as it's almost universally perceived, and arguably, because of that, we went on to stun Chris Fure's peeps, 17-13, or perhaps 17-13* (or even 1713, which, as you surely know, marked the calamitous end to Queen Anne's War). The point is that with two outs, one on and my side still down by double digits in the top of the 4th, Joe P blasted a sharp line drive to short that appeared to result in a garden-variety ground-out with a good quarter-second to spare, or at least that's what Chris' entire infield saw with total certainty. Of course Frank was the 1st-base coach at the time, and as such, his call to the contrary---though made in the earnest yet unseemly throes of both distraction and doubt---was a legally binding fiat that was as bitterly resented on Chris's side as it was cleansing and transformative on ours.
Indeed, with Joe now on 1st, we suddenly erupted with a six-run rally, and by the time the inning was over, it was clear that the zeitgeist had turned, big mo was ours and the Furinator's peeps had been shaken to the very marrow of their injustice-despising spleens. Fine; Cry me a recreational river. The broader point is that we soon went on to tie, surpass and eventually crush them with a ruthless exploitation of their psychic wounding, but in doing so, I found myself feeling a tad guilty given that our turnaround was rooted in Frankie's apparent lack of what certain clinicians refer to as 'eyeballs.'
Truth be told, I also thought the throw beat Joe by a good .285 seconds, and in my role as neutral community arbiter, I had the power to overrule this travesty of aerobic justice. But I didn't, because we were down by 10 at the time, and as is my wont in such periods of potentially wretched debasement, I always ask myself a single clarifying question: WWTCD? (Yeah-What Would the Christmeister Do?). Well, it turns out we have a pretty good idea, because in Luke 13:18, he tells Lazarus that “when you are weak and jejune and parched and you face scorn for your utter ineptitude, it's better that thine win with an asterisk than lose by an ignominious crapload.” With all due respect to the whiners, 'nuff said.
And speaking of Jesus, it turns out that this Sunday is the 1,982nd anniversary of his inimitable resurrection, give or take a decade and a somewhat robust leap of faith. So naturally I wasn't even going to organize a game since I figured we should show a little communal respect, but then it suddenly occurred to me that before making any plans, we should also ask that most venerable of all human queries: WWTCWUTDOES? (Yeah-What Would the Christmeister Want us to do on Easter Sunday?). Needless to say, I think you see where I'm going with this, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
4/1/15
Softball: The Impressive Breadth of Scholarship
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday 11, and as of now it is already 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 because it's Easter, that includes a complimentary one year subscription to The UCLA Quarterly Journal of Athletes of Distinction in Ancient Judea . . . Raymond 845-7552
PS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3BDY3tfs8M
4/5/15
Softball: Sunday 9:20AM: The Gnawing Angst of Climatic Ambiguity
Quickly: I don't have time to drive to the field this morning, but I want to play and the Bay Area Doppler is showing only the most minimal greenish patches. I'm pretty sure the stupid rain is all cattle and no bark and we'll be able to frolic, but I can't organize a game if too many of you are drizzaphobic.
SO, I'm going to make a call on this at 10:30 latest, but as of now, please don't tell me that you don't have the requisite resolve (unless you truly don't, in which case, grrrrr... in advance).
Courage.....Ray
Softball: Sunday 10:23AM: Nature at its Cruelest
Quickly, Part 2: Three have cancelled and two more would be driving from outside the East Bay. Moreover, my sources within a block of Codornices are telling me that it's been lightly raining for over an hour.
Therefore, given the risks of broken bones, sniffles, tertiary syphillis and a general organizational implosion, I have no choice but to cancel today's game.
Call me cowardice personified if you must….Raymond
Softball: 11:40AM: Aerobic Resurrection at 12:30?!: Let me know if you're in by 12:15 latest!
Dear People,
Since I'm being cyber-crucified by various elements within the community for canceling today's game and because it does appear that the rain has stopped, Codornices will soon be inspected to see if she is merely moist but playable (as opposed to being a suck-swamp).
SO, if you'd like to partake in a truly Easteresque and spontaneous game starting between 12:30 and 1:00, let me know ASAP. No charge, except the hit to your dignity....Raymond
PS: If the field is Ok and we get 16 commits, we'll play.
Softball: Sunday 12:23PM: Resurrection in Process!---Game on at Codornices at 1:00....
...and as of now, miraculously, 16 commits and rising (in theory). Is this inspirational or what?!....Raymond
PS: If this implodes for any reason (ie...rain), the following people are to blame: Jay, Jim, Alan S, etc. . .
PS: It's not too late; Call me with more commits! 759-6819
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