Softball: Stoic
Dear People,
My team methodically crushed Chris Fure's, 14-6, in one of those brutally mayhemic matches that leave me wondering if it isn't time for us to move on to somewhat less perilous endeavors, such as miniature golf or all-nude croquet. Yeah, I think of poor Jason, who pulled his left quad in the 2nd on a fruitless run to 1st. And of course I think of Paul Fine, who strained his right ego in the 3rd on a failed overrun of Jim's genteel grounder to left (thereby transforming a prosaic single into an utterly pointless homer). But truth be told, I also think of myself, and I'm gonna' tell ya why.
As best I recall, I was on 3rd in the 4th with my team clinging to a narrow 3-3 lead when Ali smashed a sharp line drive to 2nd. The sure throw to 1st was simply too tempting to pass up, and thus I took off for home like a famished gazelle stalking fresh rodent stew. As you can imagine, I felt a wave of sprinter's bliss as I passed the plate a full half second before the ball reached Kira's glove, but then, and for reasons I don't pretend to understand, my fragile little hamstring apparently popped out from its nurturing femoris tendon, and as I tried to brake before smashing into the backstop, it suddenly occurred to me that I was about to throw up or faint or both. Fortunately, I avoided the former, and so my 45-year streak of unsullied retchless glory remains vibrant and in tact. Yeah, phobias have their benefits.
Alas, I spent the next 15 minutes in a mild hallucinatory stupor that was sort of like being on shrooms, but without the insights or fun. Still, there's a majestic communal solace in knowing that my dumbass hammie had now joined Jason's quad, Kira's calf, Jim's rotator cuff, Dave Ross' shoulder, Alan Miller's back, Steve Powers' leg, Deb's elbow, Frank's cerebellum and a dozen or so other recent league injuries, for all those fine people have continued to consistently play despite their medical travails (if by “consistently,” we mean “sporadically” with the occasional year or so off). And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11 IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Ray
PS: Not only did Jason tear his quad (whatever that is), he thinks he left his cherished sun-bleached sasaki mitt at the park. If you happened to pick it up it, please let me know asap!
11/22/13
Softball: Limits
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still four slots left.
Please bring $4 for the field, which is payable in dollars or weed, but not yen, euros or bitcoins. . .Raymond 845-7552
PS: The weed was a joke; The field fee is not payable in weed.