Softball: Musings on the Organizational Crisis of our Fraying Resolve
Dear People,
I suppose that one way of looking at what happened last week is that while other softball-lovin' communities would've shamelessly fled as soon as it started to sprinkle, we proudly held out for at least 13 minutes before general hydrophobic panic ensued in the top of the 5th (with Chris Fure's team holding a clearly unsustainable 13-11 lead over my own). Of course the more honest analysis is that while we used to be an aerobic folk of stout and hearty stock, the patina of drizzly-pooh that broke our communal spirit was so innocuous in its barely perceptible wettage that I now believe we have actually evolved into the most pitiful pussies on the face of the earth. That's not a criticism, mind you, but a stark observation, and I think we all know that I know that you know the difference.
The point is that if the 33 Chilean miners had had our raw intestinal fortitude, they likely would've pulled a subterranean Heaven's Gate within the first 90 seconds of finding themselves trapped. No, my friends, I make no apologies for sneaking in such a crass cultural reference to my all-time favorite suicide cult, for the harsh reality is that if we are to thrive as an aerobic people in the months ahead, we have no choice but to grow a more vibrant, vital and stoic pair of pre-winter cojones. At a minimum, I think we can all agree on that, and therefore there will be a game at Codorncies this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
10/22/10
Softball: The Burden of Being Me
Dear People,
There will hopefully be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and of now there are still, shamefully, eight slots left (14 total commits). Now look, I understand that there's a decent chance we're going to be rained out, but that's no excuse for not committing if you would want to play if it's actually dry and the field were good-to-go that morning. Again, let me assure you that your health is my #1 priority, and that if conditions were wet, turgid or dangerous, I would never in a million years subject you to the risk of flu, broken bones or tertiary syphilis.
So please, don't make me go phone-groveling on Saturday afternoon (Have you ever phone-groveled on a Saturday afternoon? No, I didn't think so); If you haven't already, make that commit, and even better, find a non-community cousin, neighbor or embittered former Facebook friend who would like to play with us.
Needless to say, you will need to check email that morning around 10, but assume nothing until you get the final go-ahead or cancel. Finally, if we do play, this week's field fee is just $4, and that includes a delightful green cannelloni with organic goat-milk ricotta. . .Raymond 845-7552