Softball: A Brutal Reminder of Why We Rent Land
Dear People,
Apologies to all on last Sunday’s cataclysmic failure of leadership and vision. The hard reality is that after I sent out my initial call for convergence at 10:06AM, more than a dozen poor sods put their immediate faith in that missive, and thus failed to see my desperately rushed cybercancel just nine minutes later. The end result was that they soon found themselves surrounded by a frightful mob of marble-buttocked softball-hating Rugbyites whose brazen seizure of Kleeberger was not unlike that creepy attack of contemptible flying monkeys who swarmed down on Dorothy just before snatching Toto, all those years ago. God, I love that scene.
In any case, I think that’s the way it happened, but since I wasn’t there, I can only tell you what I later heard from Bill. Yes, the fact is that as soon as I got the follow-up call from Frank with word of the imminent calamity at hand, I sunk into a cognitive cocoon of organizational despair, and thus I failed to execute our previously adopted strategy of cheerful aerobic diplomacy backed by the tacit threat of limited germ warfare. Instead, I quickly wrote up the cancellation letter, and then for reasons I don’t pretend to understand, I retreated to the plastic-covered mud-moat that is now my backyard, where amazingly, I gently nurtured my mediocre cheap-ass sump-pump with more tenderness than I showed any of you pitifully confused, frightened and leaderless souls at Kleeberger. Shameful.
The point is that I may no longer be worthy of leading this community forward, and thus if the people so demand, I am prepared to immediately resign and retire to my childhood yam and okra farm, deep in the verdant forests of my beloved Bavarian Alps. In the meantime though, the climatological wizards at yahoo.com are promising rainless days for at least the next week, and therefore there will be a game at Codorncies this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning...Raymond
1/14/05
Softball: Dairy
Dear People,
There will (probably) be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are two slots left.
It turns out there is a chance of rain between now and then, which as you can imagine, always brings me inner organizational peace. If it does rain, you will need to check email, and assuming we play, this week’s $2 field fee includes a complimentary stein of chilled Slovakian goat milk.…Raymond 845-7552
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