Softball: The Varied Strains of Change
Dear People,
Chris Fure’s team held off my own in a sublime paragon of see-sawing competitive excellence, 20-19. The previous day’s drizzle gave the infield a dust-free patina of pure clay pulchritude, and the lush outfield grasses shimmered with unusual sass and vitality. Indeed, it was so crisp and clear, and the sky so perfectly blue, that it was as if the entire game had been swallowed into the very canvas of Renoir’s classic exploration of the aerobic life, Le Dance et le Softball au Moulin de la Galette. The Galette, of course, was a high-protein garlic root that became a nutritive sensation when the Bordeaux Yankees made it their official team cookie in 1877. But I digress.
The point is that in our first game since a majority of American voters showed the world that we as a nation are no longer incorrigibly retarded, we as a softball-playing people also entered into an exciting phase of promising organic transition. Yes, three of our 21 players were total community debutants—frightened, vulnerable and metaphorically nude within the broader socio-athletic context of an indisputable loony farm. Yet the fact is that John, Brett and Stefano all played with great skill and focus, and much to my delight, not one of them panicked or fled into the tundra once they saw who we were. Yeah, I still get tiny goose bumps whenever I see simple stout resolve confront the unsightly, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
11/14/08
Softball: Blends of the Anserine Path
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now there are still four slots left.
Please bring $3 for the field, which for this week only includes my complimentary pre-match lesson on Wild Goose Qigong, lovingly taught against the light symphonic backdrop of post-Nirvana grunge... Raymond 845-7552