3/20/13

Softball: Strains in the Coherence of the Narrative Process

Dear People,

After eight riveting innings, my team held Mike Davey's to a loosely defined 14-12 tie, and as we took to the field in the top of the 9th, every fiber of my being told me that we were poised to shut them down hard before rallying with our final coup de grâce. Alas, it appears that my fibers were prophetically retardo, for 20 minutes, 13 errors and nine runs later, we'd been reduced to nothing more than their floundering oppositional bitch, and when it was all over, we'd been metaphorically lain prone with nary a shred of dignity, 23-15.

As captain, the buck stops with me, of course, but let's dispense with the contritional correctness and return to what actually happened. The fact is that with one out and bases loaded, Mitch hit a succulent can of sweet virgin corn to straight center left, where Dave Snyder was calmly waiting with his usual laser-like focus. I breathed easier as the ball descended gently toward his mitt, but then, and for reasons I don't pretend to understand, the Snydemeister's gloveless left hand attempted to preemptively seize it from his right, and in the ensuing struggle for basic manual hegemony, the orb in question tumbled pointlessly to the ground below. Still, while it was an enzyme-like catalyst for two immediate runs as well as the crushing tsunami of errorage to follow, it's important to point out that our hero's intent was utterly pure of heart.

“Ya know,” Dave later clarified as he forlornly looked at me with those gorgeous aqua green irises, “I think I tried to make the double play at home before I actually caught the ball.” In reality, of course, the poor guy tried to make the double play at home before he actually dropped the ball, but hey, who amongst us hasn't occasionally stepped into a soothing hot shower before remembering to remove our nylons? Yeah, guilty as charged.

Ironically, this weekend marks the 1,983rd anniversary of Palm Sunday (give or take a decade), that triumphant entry of the great Jesus Christ into Jerusalem after having just led his Jericho Hebesters to the Samarian stick-ball semi-finals. Palm branches, in fact, were the very symbol of Nike, the Roman Goddess of Victory, and yet given the events of the following week, one could argue that Jesus himself had indulged in his own little foray into Davidian temporal logic -innocent, inadvertent and totally steeped in premature soaked hosiery. And therefore there will be game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond

PS: Les Temps Moderne…

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3/21/13

Softball: Looking Back

Dear People,

There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now there is one slot left.

Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a rare pre-game practice circle in Past Atheltic-Life Regression Therapy!! . .Raymond 845-7552

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