2/6/13
Softball: A Brief Case Study of an Incident in Recreational Entropy
Dear People,
As soon as Dave Ross smashed Steve Bedrick's coyly parabolic 2nd-inning slider straight up the middle, a chemically staggering bio-athletic reaction destroyed the basic inherent dignity of Jim McGuire's entire team, and truth be told, I don't think they ever recovered. Indeed, they eventually went down, and down hard, 17-14, and as an occasional dabbler in the Jungian Psychotherapy of Ego Decimation in Sport, I can only imagine the gnawing sense of shame that would haunt each and every one of those players for the rest of that long and emotively taunting match.
The fact is that the Rossinator was facing a garden-variety ground-out when Bedboy himself inexplicably tossed the ball past Jerry at 1st and on to the possum-infested gorse beyond the right field line. Dave smiled joyously as he darted off from home, but let's be honest, he's no spring chicken, so I screamed for him to hold it to a single lest he face the classic calamitous trap of Base Runner's Overreach-BRO (As you know, of course, BRO is both a specialty of Frank's and a tightly analogous reference to the imperial ambitions of Ancient Rome. It is not, however, to be confused with Broh, who wasn't even there).
In any case, perhaps our hero sensed the imminent contagion of the panic to come, for over the next 15 disgrace-laden seconds, Jerry's throw to Stephanie at 2nd flew right past her tragically outstretched glove, and then Alan Shabel's toss from short went straight over her discombobulated little head. Finally, Anthony's desperate lob to 3rd ended up ricocheting off both Saadia's arm and Dave's leg before finally coming to rest in the tall verdant grasses of sad shallow left. All the while, good ol' Dress-for-Less had been darting about the bases as if he were a crazy-ass cheetah half his 68 years, and in the end, he pulled off the first four-error triple in the history of this league! Or perhaps it was the third or eighth, but regardless, I still get record-breaking chills.
The point is that I felt unclean just watching the whole unseemly spectacle, and in all candor, it makes me wonder how Jared Diamond ever wrote Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed. I guess the really great scholars can transcend their most basic human emotions in putting those ghastly stories to paper, but personally, I'm not ashamed to admit that when I see entire teams implode, my grief is only stanched by the usual wave of intermittent giggles. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11 (the Year of the Hideous Snake), IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
2/7/13
Softball: Employable
Dear people,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, 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 news of reopened slots.
Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a rare honorary doctorate in self-reconfiguring modular robotics. . .Raymond 845-7552