Softball: Notes on our Patria
Dear People,
After four long and arduous months of scurrying about the East Bay like a rasorial cackle of field-obsessed garden rats, we gratefully ended our exile with a triumphant return to our cherished Codornices motherland. As you can imagine, her grasses were lush and verdant---with almost half her bare spots now filled in!---and as best I could tell, many of the native aphidic communities seemed genuinely moved by our long-awaited homecoming (No, I'm not an aphidologist, but I have read D.K. Slater's always pertinent masterpiece, No Bugs More Prideful: The Complex Emotional Lives of California Sod Lice).
In any case, for me it was still a bittersweet return, and I'm not saying that just because Jim McGuire's team crushed my own on the surge of an explosive 10-hit 7-run 1st-inning bacchanal of shamelessly exploitative batting. The fact is that as we took the field for the first time, we were simply struggling to get our bearings in this initially unfamiliar tundra, but we did congeal, and congealed hard, and if you eliminate that stupid 1st inning, my side didn't actually lose 14-10*, but won 10-7 . So sure, that asterisk stands on the imperatives of historical codification alone, and it's all the more appropriate if you add in the fact that Alan Shabel blasted the two most staggering homeruns of the day for an ultimately futile cause.
The point is that we're finally in the nurturing bosom of our one true home, and to be sure, there ain't no place like it. Of course an admittedly lovely park will not prevent athletic injustice, the tearing of bone and muscle, dumbass bickering, breathtaking kinesiological ineptitude, heartbreaking heartbreak, or any of the other buzzkills that mark the general contours of the tragic human condition, and I think we all understand this. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Raymond
3/4/15
Softball: Field Smarts (All Clocks Forward!)…
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there is still one slot left.
Please bring $4 for the field, which, in celebration of our newly occupied digs, includes a rare post-match symposium on gravitational waves, angular momentum and the growth of curvature near a space-time yakularity . . . Raymond 845-7552
PS: This Sunday morning is the beginning of Daylight Savings, so you'll need to set your clock forward one hour before you go to bed Saturday night. If you fail to do so, you could end up arriving at the game an hour late, thereby creating organizational chaos in my fragile little brain as well as exposing yourself as the chrono-dufus that you simply don't want to be.