3/14/99
Softball: To Rise Up and Say "Where Noah Went, I too Shall Explore"
SUNDAY 12:41PM: URGENT GALVINIZATION MISSIVE
Dear People,
Yes, I realize that the current drizzle is in the amorphous undiscussed medium-to-heavy zone, and that many of you are frightened, wondering whether to risk all for what might be a wasted trip through the lush flooded streets of central Berkeley. I also wonder what is going through your tiny little brains, and whether you have the strength of character to jar yourselves from the relative comfort of your cozy and dry homes in order to contribute to the greater aerobic whole, or if in fact the corrosive inertia of spineless wussyositude is simply too strong to overcome.
As for myself, I am simply too replete with anticipatory mirth at the prospect of aerobic release, if necessary under the gentle mist of the eerily sensual altostratus clouds. The simple fact is that Albert Einstein is 120 years old only once, and thus I plan to be at Kleeberger in order to celebrate his athletic legacy with bat, mitt and FOOTBALL in hand. If I end up the only pitiful soul there, wet, disheveled and alone with my oneness, then so be it. You who read this in time will have to follow your own ethical and kiniseological destinies, but as for me, I will not diss the relativitymeister on account of a little rain...Raymond
3/14/99
Softball: To Rise up and Say...
(Part II: The Intensified Fury of Rain Unconstrained)
Sunday l.42 PM:
Never mind. Game cancelled.
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