6/8/11

Softball: Ironic (Tales from our Grand Return)

Dear People,

Chris Fure's team staved off my own in a stirring paragon of taut homecoming excellence, 8-7.* It had been three long months since we played on those lush Codornices grasses, and yet when we finally came back, it was as if we'd never left; The towering majestic redwood trees were as treeish as ever, and in the dark wooded tundra beyond deep left, softball-lovin' shoals of playful young rutting yak still scampered about.

Indeed, as the usual bickering flared up over whether Frank's breathtaking 6th-inning slide into 3rd resulted in a game-transforming triple or a rally-killing tag-out, I could hear the mellifluous choral yappage of Pace, Kyle, Jed and Paul F, and as I listened and observed and soaked in the starkly gorgeous terrain, I realized that I had tears streaming from my corneal ducts and that time itself had suddenly stood still. Yeah, I was home, finally home, and needless to say, a feral long-horned cantaloupe gently brayed in the distance.

I mention all this because when the disputatious deadlock over Frank's fate became too boring to bear, I invoked my powers as organizational Godfather and declared him safe under the deeply resented Trailer's Rule. In this case, my side benefited handsomely as we took a commanding 7-4 lead by scoring four additional runs that inning, prompting Paul F to declare that because he had clearly seen a tag-out from his left-field perch, I had no choice under the Lord but to stick an asterisk on the final score. Bitterly, I agreed.

The point is that under Paul's robust inspiration, Chris' team later counter-rallied hard and nasty, and did in fact end up beating my side, 8-7*, and not 8-7, as per our solemn accord. Now look, I get that certain aerobic ethicists would say that no asterisk should ever bear the unsightly taint of an injustice not done, yet with all due respect, that's not my problem. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning… Raymond


6/10/11

Softball: The Evolving Tone of Modern Romance (Plus: Steve Seskin in Concert!)

Dear People,

There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are still two slots left.

Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes my personal promise to you that I will never taint the pristine reputation of this league by impulsively twitting revealing photos of my Facebook wall that highlight the suggestive nature of certain lurid relationships I've recently engaged in with my paramours on ChristianMingle.com… Raymond 845-7552

PS: Steve Seskin, who many of you know is both the co-moral-backbone of this entire community as well as a singer-songwriter extraordinaire, will be performing in the round with two other awesome musicians tomorrow night (Saturday) at the Freight and Salvage.

I've seen Steve perform several times with other trios, and I can say he never fails to put on a super show. And, just between you and me, he's about 1,000 times more impressive as an artist than he is as an athlete.

Details here…

http://www.thefreight.org/steve-seskin-liz-longley-caleb-hawley

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