11/5/14

Softball: An Excursion in Topical Drift

Dear People,

My team took on Paul Fine's in one of those stirring displays of feral combat which evoke Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, and in particular that classic episode from the Fall of '74, when a barbaric pack of spotted hyenas took nearly two hours to overpower a totally innocent broad-snouted Croc in the prime of his Tanzanian youth. Yeah, Sunday was that grueling, with the lead see-sawing throughout the entire match, and thus as Chris Fure came to the plate in the bottom of the 9th with the score tied at 13, two outs and our winning run at 1st, the tension was so unbearable that I'm not ashamed to admit that I nearly peed in my tighty whities.

In any case, after an opening slider, Jerry's second pitch was his frightful three-finger changeup, but the Furinator was ready and promptly unleashed a supersonic grounder straight into left. Donny rushed in to make the scoop, and initially, the staggering vectors of both player and orb were so perfectly aligned that it looked as if he had a chance of also making the inning-ending force at 2nd. But then, and for reasons I don't pretend to understand, the Donnerator ran straight past the oncoming orb as it darted under his outstretched mitt and between his tragically splayed gams, thereby 'complicating' the immediate task at hand. Indeed, Brandon was well on his way home by the time our hero recovered the ball, and thus in the end, Paulie's peeps went down, and down hard, 14-13.

Now look, it would be easy to say that more sagacious leadership would've culled Donny from the aerobic herd before this ever happened (because as you know, mammalian metaphors blithely carry across both time and paragraph), but the fact is that he was in his usual zone of stellar excellence throughout the first eight innings. In other words, and more starkly stated, this incident raises anew a much more fundamental query of basic epistemological import; Why do superstars occasionally crumble, and for that matter, is that very process insidiously predetermined as part of life itself? Actually, I don't even understand what I'm asking.

Still, I think we can all agree that from Donny's missed hopper to the oscillations of the bond market to the position and momentum of every tiny particle, life is simply unpredictable, and given this evening's newly elected cackle of annoying Senatorial hyenas, it's also kind of inexplicable. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Ray

PS: How SNL Still Rocks:

http://www.hulu.com/watch/707967



11/6/14

Softball: Delish

Dear People,

There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now there is still one slot left. One!

Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a complimentary Atlantic cod poached in green garlic brodo with amaranth, chanterelles, _and sauce bourride . . . Raymond 845-7552

PS: Another Demonstration in the Essence of Bullshit . . .

http://www.france24.com/en/20141105-giacometti-sells-nearly-101m-ny-auction/

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