2/27/13
Softball: A Huxleyan Gloss on Cosmology, Sport and the Hinge of Fate
Dear People,
In one of those rare 10-inning paragons of competitive joie de vivre that convinced every single player that they were majestically intertwined with the ubiquitous and mystical being of metaphysical athletic consciousness, Paul Fine's team barely staved off my own, 19-17. To be sure, that good ol' Buddhist-Buzz was especially true for those who indulged in some refreshing post-game pre-Oscar ganja-as several did-yet I had already found my own ephemerally hempless bliss in the penultimate dénouement of that day's extraordinary aerobic masterpiece.
The fact is that my side struggled mightily for most of the game, but as we came to bat in the bottom of the 9th, every fiber of my bosom told me that we were about to overcome their demoralizing 15-9 lead. Sure enough, we pounded away with a cornucopia of singles, doubles, fresh kale and nuts, and suddenly, with two outs and Anthony as the winning run at 2nd, Dave Ross unleashed a searing line drive to deep center left! I found myself jumping up and down like an excited little school-girl, and then, as the Antman barreled past 3rd and headed for the plate, Alan Shabel unleashed his rocket-piercing throw to home. Time itself seemed to stand still, and as you'd expect, an inquisitive young rutting yak brayed in the distance.
And then: As best as I could tell from the bleachers, Anthony and the ball appeared to arrive in one fateful burst of joyous simultaneity, and thus for the next .05 seconds, I felt at one with the cosmos, convinced that we had triumphed. Yet apparently we hadn't, and in the emotively tumultuous aftermath of victory denied, my mind chaotically swirled anew as my entire life flashed before me. Indeed, I clearly felt a tad confused because just .03 seconds later, Anthony's life did as well, and then right after that, the Life of Pie-inspiring, moist and cherry.
I didn't actually die, of course, and in fact, we almost kicked their blessed little asses in the extra inning that followed. Regardless, the real point here is that life's rich aerobic pageant will likely always turn on the inscrutable nanoseconds and picometres that have dominated existence since the Big Bang itself, and while that may feel random and even utterly unjust, I think you know that I know that with a couple generous puffs from that afternoon's doobie, there is a more righteous alternative universe in which Anthony decisively beat that throw. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning
Raymond
2/27/13
Softball: Another Housing Option!
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 is not tax deductible, but is still a small price to pay for lush verdant grasses and a thriving and biodiverse community of fine local rodentia
Raymond 845-7552
PS: Do you want to live with Tucker (one of the great moral backbones of this entire community)? Yes, you do, and soon you can, because he's renting a room in his awesome Albany abode!....
Room in bungalow/ craftsman
Great location, half block from Solano (great shops and restaurants), quiet and safe neighborhood. Easy access to freeway, ten-minute walk to BART.
Looking for a professional, mature person; we're two nice, easy-going housemates.
Around 110 square feet, hardwood floors, shared common areas, backyard and laundry.
Available March 10th. $1,500 ($775deposit and $775 for first month) due at move-in. Flexible lease terms. 1/3 of utilities not included.
J. michael tucker
Jmichaeltucker.com
415-601-0622
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