2/7/01
Softball: The Strain of Separation
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last week's sapid 22-16 exploration of riveting joie de vivre. Unfortunately, I am once again stranded in Seattle---dark, cold and oppressively dank---and thus, alas, I have little time or vim to describe the nearly sublime tactical acumen with which I led my team to victory.
In any case, the harsh reality of the world is that literary obligations that you could not possibly understand may force me to stay here beyond next weekend, and therefore there is a 50/50 chance that I will not be able to attend next Sunday's game. However, I now believe with every fiber of my being that the community can move forward on its own, and thus I am prepared to deliberately wean you from the organizational nipple that leaves you so shamelessly dependent on somebody as sicko and depraved as I am.
Indeed, I think the analogy is an apt one, for as we all know, every precious newborn is one day permanently forced from his mother's breast, and as meticulous studies continue to show, at least half go on to a normal infancy with only limited juvenile psychosis. And therefore, with Andy's commitment to fill the gaping void if necessary, there will be a game at San Pablo this Sunday at noon, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
2/9/01
Softball: Curses
Dear People,
Although I remain held against my will within the creepy confines of my sister’s Seattle basement office, I am able to access climatological intelligence reports from my colleagues at the Luxembourgois Consulate in Hayward. They inform me that a brutal rain---harsh, liquid and wet---has descended upon the Bay Area, and that such yuckiness will likely continue through the weekend.
Given that we only have 14 commits (and that’s including myself, despite the fact that I may still be enslaved here beyond Sunday morning), AND that I have no time to grovel or send out individual begs, AND that the uncertainties of the weather could very well trap me or my appointed representatives into an organizational quagmire of sanity-crushing dimensions, I have decided to call off Sunday’s game.
Patience….Ray
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