Softball: Away
Dear People,
As we cruised into the bottom of the 6th inning, my team’s 10-4 lead seemed to only hint at our irreversible aerobic dominance, and yet in a curious outbreak of SHK (Sudden Helen Kellerization), we apparently became disoriented, feeble and suck-bad. I’m not saying this as an excuse, but only as an analytical tool by which to "understand" how Chris Fure’s team went on to hose my own, 31-12.
In any case, I will soon be in Seattle, and thus unable to organize a game for this upcoming weekend. However, Jay Z has agreed to take over the chores at hand, and will be writing all of you soon. If planning to commit, please respond to his letter, NOT mine, unless you’re committing to my extended family’s Thanksgiving reunion. Frankly, I only recommend doing so if you are drawn by the soothing holiday warmth of dysfunctional familial psychosis.
Happy Turkey…Raymond
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