4/19/06
Softball: The Varied Layers of Mystery
Dear People,
My team held off Jonny’s, 19-16, in an Easter Day miracle of nearly cosmic hormonal realignment. The fact is that after heroically transforming the Codornices infield from a dangerous malarial suck-swamp, the community settled into a searing see-saw battle in which each side’s women established absolute dominance over the course of aerobic events. Indeed, had they been their own team, they would have crushed the opposing men with their ceaseless multibase hitting, and I’m not writing that just because I like to wallow in the emasculated shame of my own floundering gender.
The breathtaking facts speak for themselves; Between the four of them, Ramona, Enid, Nikki and Chris D smashed SEVEN long arcing doubles past a pitiful cadre of discombobulated outfielders. Jay Z had an especially hard time in shallow right, where his curious refusal to play deeper in light of the new estrogenic realities proved costly, and if nothing else, suggested that Pavlovian training may be of limited use when applied to modern male athleticus.
Still, there was one hero among my gonadal brethren, and that was Chris Fure, who blasted THREE nuclear-tipped homers into the reservoir past the tundra beyond centerfield (next to the prickly shrubs where Berkeley borders Livermore). Now look, I'm not one of those nut-cases who buy into the supposed messages of Nostradamus or The Da Vinci Code or The Periodic Table of the Elements or whatever. However, I was still swooning from the power of Chris’ swing, when it suddenly occurred to me that he, of all people, was performing this magic on the 1,971st anniversary of the resurrection of the great Jesus Christ (give or take a decade, and a really robust leap of faith).
Of course, Chris is not a man of the Lord, and yet on this particular day, he was clearly batting with the testosterone of 1,000 priests on Wheaties. Yeah, I think you get where I’m going with this, for we all understand that Chris+Testosterone = ChrisT, and that only an incorrigibly Godless cynic would refuse to wake up and smell the epistemological coffee. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 3PM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
4/19/06
Softball: Another Return to Chez Pretentious
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 3 PM, 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 contact me later about reopened slots.
This week’s field fee is just $3, and that includes scallops roasted in the wood oven with pancetta and sorrel. And no, I’m not writing that merely to abuse the definitive article in English, even if it is a clever way of charging 50% more for grub…Raymond
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