6/10/15

Softball: The Question of Suffering from a Cross-Species Perspective

Dear People,
For the second consecutive week, my team braised Jim McGuire's in a steamy wok of all-sorrow stew, 17-16, and once again, the clarity of aerobic purpose with which Jimmy's peeps fought so well showed the inherent nobility of his objectively inspiring captainship (feckless as it was). To be sure, excellence permeated his entire contingent, and in fact it was only briefly on my side where errorage reared its unsightly head.

To wit, I think of Jay's 2nd-inning throw to pick off the advancing runner at 3rd, which, for reasons I don't pretend to understand, ended its curious trajectory on the ground by his own confuddled toes, or, for that matter, his cries of “I got it!!” just one inning later, as Paul Fine's blast to deep center-left went sailing past the flailing corporal display of his clearly misplaced certitude. Still, there's no need to dwell here since I would gently remind you that the J-bird's role in our triumph was a totally vital one, and regardless, it's simply not my scene to disparage those in the throes of their own kinesiological angst.

The more painful issue, of course, is that over the last two months, Jimmy as captain has now lost three in a row by just one run (yeah, I keep records that would make the NSA blush), and so naturally I was starting to worry that the heartache would soon become too much. The fact is that I happen to know that as Cal's own herpetologist extraordinaire, the great Professor McGuire has spent much of his time studying the inner emotive life of the Sulawesian bent-toed gecko, and so I imagine he often finds himself staring deep into their tiny little lizard lenses, speculating as to whether their own utterly pointless lives of slithering to and fro is still a superior model of carbon-based sentience since, in the end, they never face the anguish of losing three in a row by one.

Now admittedly, there are no 'right answers' when one delves this deep into the delicate interface between quasi-Buddhist existentialism and reptilian ontology, yet I can think of no league more qualified than ours to at least broach these truly discomfiting issues. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Raymond

6/12/15


Softball: Benefits

Dear People,

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

Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes valet parking, dog care and a surprisingly generous pension plan for the duration of the match. . . Raymond 845-7552

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