Softball: Nitrogen (Musings on the Variation of Things that Spur Us Ever Forward)
Dear People,
My team staved off Jeff W's 15-13, in one of those ceaselessly see-sawing battles of joyous, taut and inimitable aerobic excellence that leaves ya wondering why every fun-craving person alive hasn't given up on their curious Sunday morning religious rituals in favor of some weekly kick-ass softball. In any case, I took particular pleasure in witnessing the staggering evolution of Triston, who has made the fastest athletic ascent in the history of our community-from unsightly rookie suckitude to robust middle-tier all-Dutch stud-muffin in just eight games! He not only scored twice and had three RBIs on four blistering line-drives, but after playing three flawless innings at 2nd, he also made the stirring game-ending catch in right that triggered the talk of the town from Utrecht to Rotterdam.
As you can imagine, I later found myself wondering how the Trister could progress so rapidly given that virtually all his free time is focused on his doctoral research in the chemical processes of cellular metabalomics (No, I don't know what that means, and even if I did, I just don't think that it's any of your damn business). The fact is that as far as the hard sciences go, I always felt that theoretical physics and nuclear linguistics were great inspirations for those new to our league, but until recently I never saw a place for the study of organic chemistry in the emotive nurturing of young maturing athletes. And yet when I asked him whether it was Wheaties or Cocoa Puffs that was fueling his burgeoning kinesiological dominance, he sheepishly confessed that he rarely if ever ate, but he did indeed drink deep from the pre-game well of this galvanizing concerto for determined jock-chemists everywhere. . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYW50F42ss8
I suppose that we all have our own fonts of athletic motivation, be it Lehrer's Elements in D Minor, Washington's Farewell Address, Uriah Heep's seminal first album, or perhaps even a soothing video montage of hunting clips from Sara Palin's Alaska. The point is that ours is a sport that invites basic raw greatness from all the Lord's children, and we as a community are the spigot of distinction through which it's most likely to flow. Yeah, I happen to like my metaphors both strained and abstruse, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
1/20/11
Softball: We, the People
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now it is 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 word of reopened slots.
This week's field fee is just $4, and that includes a succulent post-game cod with sautéed olives and wilted escarole…Raymond
PS: As an undergrad majoring in American Intellectual History, I often used to wonder what blokes like Jefferson and Madison would think of their fellow Americans if they had lived during my own times. Nearly three decades later, I still do. . .
PPS: The Modern American Experience: A Trilateral Approach…
http://www.youtube.com/benjaminsmythe#p/a/u/1/wcphOYNZp_U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQwvkVlhCAU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46Wqp1r_F0I