4/26/06
Softball: The Tender Dynamic of Couples
Dear People,
Jeff W’s team crushed my own 11-6, but let the record show that with two out in the bottom of the 9th, we still had sass, bases loaded and the determination to pounce. But then we died, and died hard—a cold and callous unraveling of the tactical spirit in which yet another deep fly ball to right ended up stuck in Ramona’s superglue-coated mitt.
Of course, let the record also show that even though we lost, my side had the best multi-tasker of any player on that field. Specifically, I refer you to the top of the 6th, with the score tied, one out and a runner on second, when Alan Brill unleashed a searing line drive directly into Nancy’s normally teflon-coated glove. In fact, this blast up the middle was so explosive that she had less than .02 seconds to react, and yet there she was—ball firmly in mitt, face in curious melange of aerobic ecstasy and shell-shocked horror, and cell phone tightly ensconced in her other tiny little hand. “Sweetie, ohmigod, sweetie!” she instantaniously blurted out to her trembling right palm, frantically adding “I just caught the ball! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Oh, Jesus! OK, gotta go!!”
In retrospect, it may have been somewhat ill-advised for Nanci to be whispering sweet cellular nothings to her beloved Markie at that particular place and time, if for no other reason that her post-catch confusion gave Ramona the chance to scramble back to second base, thereby avoiding a vital doubleplay. The end result was that Jeff’s team went on to score two more runs that inning and my side would never really recover, yet just to be clear, I’ll be damned if I’m going to blame Mark for our loss!
For one thing, he was in his living room three miles away, and most likely just lolling about in his ruby-red skivvies. But regardless, who are any of us to say what’s an “inappropriate time” to be nurturing the tenuous bonds of evolving young love? Indeed, Nanci remains the moral backbone of this entire community, and I for one will continue to trust her inimitable and tested instincts when juggling the disparate spheres of romance, technology and sport. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 3PM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
4/26/06
Softball: The Constant Struggle for Truthiness
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 3PM, and as of now, it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and feel free to call me later if you didn’t make it and want in.
A couple notes of import:
1) After reviewing cable footage of last Sunday’s game, I can now confirm that it was Dave K, and not Alan Brill, who slammed that searing line drive right toward Nanci’s cellphone-yapping mouth. As you know, there is nothing more vital to this community than the accuracy of these reports, and thus if the people so demand, I am prepared to resign my post immediately and return to my childhood dacha in industrial Van Nuys.
2) If you are interested in playing ultimate frisbee on occasional weekday evenings (most likely at our beloved Codornices), you should email Zac at zacweiner@gmail.com so that he can put you on his frisbee list. I cannot guarantee his organizational skills, but I say give the kid a chance.
$3 for the field, because fair is fair…Raymond 845-7552
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