Softball: The Promise of Generational Renewal
Dear People,
For the first game of this inevitably pathetic year, my team slathered Anthony's in a cloying layer of pure butterscotch loser-glaze, 12-10. To be sure, the Antman led his peeps with both clarity and vigor, and yet to fall short on the verdant glory of San Pablo #2---literally 15 seconds from his own cherished home!---must've been a painful blow to both his entire family as well as the surrounding 'hood. The fact is that I was tempted to knock on his front door just to tell mom and grandma that two stupid runs is truly nothing in the grand scheme of geological time, but I found myself confused by the precariously structured mix of my own scholarly aphorisms, and in the end, I simply reminded Tony that widely scattered was the disgrace which now gnawed at his bosom.
Indeed, his side had initially jumped out to a 4-0 lead with Donny's blistering grand slam over Michael “I got this” Davey, who apparently misjudged the evolving arc of the orb in question. More disturbing though, was that the Daveyator has clearly not shaken his Bushrod-era habit of 'sod-smooching,' and thus as he began to step back in sudden desperation, our hero tumbled head-first to the ground yet again (It was as if he were the Aerobic Tower of Pisa personified, without, of course, the fine Italian girding to keep him standing). Now, in fairness, San Pablo's ankle-high grasses were admittedly still moist, though to be clear, they were certainly not lubricious. Just sayin'.
In any case, there's more to report than just the grinding despair of personal degradation. In fact, the match itself was an inspiring metaphorical bridge to the Fall of '26, for not only did Kira and Tucker play for the first time since they became proud parental units just a couple short months ago, but they also brought little Levi to cheer them on! As you can imagine, the tiny tyke was utterly transfixed by the sight of his own folks in the competitive throes of raw kiniseiological ferment (Kira was on my side while Tucker was stuck on Anthony's), though as best I could tell, Levi's fascination wore off with a certain unabashed celerity, and thus by the bottom of the 1st, he fell into a deep and well deserved snooze that lasted until sometime that night.
Yeah, it's totally unfair and grueling being two months old-I remember how bitter I was-and yet in watching the Leviator's passion for dugout-duty, I could already see that every fiber of his sleepy little being blends the inevitable conceptual underpinnings of 'shortstop' and 'dominance.' In other words, this league has a future, and therefore there will be a game at San Pablo #2 this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
Softball: Quickly
Dear People,
There will be a game at San Pablo #2 this Sunday at 11 and as of now it's already full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and if you still want in, feel free to get on the wait list or contact me later for news of reopened slots.
$4 for the field, which, I'm happy to report, has been freshly mowed into a breathtaking state of irrefutable magnificence . . . Raymond 845-7552