Softball: Flaws in the Process of Spontaneous Analysis
Dear People,
My team barely staved off Tucker’s 13-12, in one of those magnificent aerobic encounters that leaves one reflecting on the very nature of mind, brain and cognitive ineptitude. I refer you, of course, to that stirring moment in the top of the 5th, when Chris Fure slammed a one-on two-out double to right that had Max darting from 1st to 2nd and onward with the raw determination of a famished short-nosed river rhino.
The score was tied at five, the stakes were incalculable, and as the Maxinator headed toward 3rd, I could hear Frank screaming him home with such elated conviction that I instinctively joined the chorus. Yet as we cheered Max on, I could also see that the throw from the outfield had been perfect, and thus by the time his eager little feet touched that rubber oasis of safety, the ball was already back in the infield. In other words, at this point only a traitor, a psycho or a dufus would continue to scream that he should keep on running.
First of all, let me set the record straight. I did not go rogue on my very own team, and in fairness, when I kept yelling at Max to go for it, I honestly assumed that Frank “knew” something that I didn’t. In retrospect, this may have been a somewhat retarded assumption, but regardless, it was still a pleasure to watch Max scurry for home with the sheer joy and confidence that only one’s captain can instill in an innocent young athlete. Alas, such inspirational emotions rarely trump what is sometimes referred to as “the reality on the ground,” and thus our deluded hero’s sprint for destiny ended with the unseemly spectacle of a tag out at the plate—five pitiful seconds after the short throw to home. Whatever. I think we can all agree that ultimate fault lies with Frank.
In any case, and despite the chaos of the innings that followed—the brutal throw to Debbie’s knee, Jed’s spasming calf, and the random arrival of fresh carbon-based replacement parts (Welcome, Brian and Jeff)—my side still eeked out a sublime one-run triumph, proving once again that when a floundering collective can draw from its deepest inner mojo, the abject failure of leadership is just one more font of pure galvanizing kick-ass juice. And therefore there will be a game at Grove this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
10/2/09
Softball: Your Never Out-of-Fashion Sport
Dear People,
There will be a game at Grove this Sunday at 11, and as of now there is one slot left. So if you want to be sure to play, do not tarry, dally, or dawdle.
This week’s field fee is just $4, and that includes a complimentary sequin party dress with both a pleated bustier and a delightful flared finish just above the knee…Raymond 845-7552