Softball: The Painful Etiology of Institutional Change
Dear People,
As Chris Fure's team propelled my own into the degrading metaphorical eye of a typhonic 6th-inning 15-4 blowout, I pondered the perennial dilemma of how a captain can lead his totally loser posse to a place of basic dignity. Indeed, perhaps I was thinking too hard, for as I proceeded to scoop up a desperately needed 3rd-out throw to 1st, I realized that someone had secretly injected a tube of maximal-bond Krazy Glue directly into my lower spinal cord. Alas, I was instantly reduced to plodding around like a knuckle-dragging troglodyte, and thus forced to drop out right then and there. As you can imagine, I grieved for my peeps as they faced the cataclysmic confluence of a double-digit deficit with the sudden and incalculable loss of my own staggering athletic prowess (my sap, if you will), for deep in my innards, I was convinced that all was lost.
Curiously though, my team exploded for 13 7th-inning runs immediately after I was sidelined, and moreover, we held the Furinator's side scoreless for the rest of the match. In other words, we went on to a transcendent 17-15 triumph, yet before anybody jumps on the joie-de-liberation theory of our breathtaking Ray-free turnaround, I would gently suggest that scholars of proximate athletic causation would certainly concede that none of this actually “means” anything. Just sayin'.
The point is that I've been hearing for decades that 53 is the new 52, so you can imagine my chagrin when my stupid back gave out for the second time this year. In fact, so many of us are now growing into the transitional higher-risk phase of our delicate “injury-prone years” (ages 38 to dead), that many of you may have already noticed that I'm steadily adding a new wave of awesome Gen Y athletes to our ever-evolving roster. This past week, Juan, Amanda and Liz all made their magnificent league debuts, and as a trio, they gently reminded us again that because nature's gerontological design is a completely unacceptable bummer, this community will continue its own process of ceaseless organic renewal. And therefore there will be a game at Grove this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning.
10/10/13
Softball: A Mini-Rant Blending two Topics of Grand Divergence
Dear People,
There will be a game at Grove this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and if you still want in, feel free to get on the wait list or contact me later for news of reopened slots.
Please bring $4 for the park, which for this week only includes my personal pledge to you that I will never make this community look like a bunch of annoying lunatic nutjobs by officially reserving a field and then throwing a hissy fit at the Department of Parks and Wreck by telling them I will refuse to pay for said field unless the stupid City of Berkeley agrees to rip out all the obnoxious signage and roadblocks that make driving in my stoutly 'liberal' neighborhood like driving in a rat maze (as tempting as that would be). . .Raymond 845-7552