4/9/14
Softball: A Rare Materialist Approach to Game Analysis
Dear People,
My side narcotized Jim McGuire's, 19-15, in one of those compelling triumphs of style over the irrelevant failures of actual execution. I refer you to that cornucopia of unsightly mid-match pickles in which we clearly had the lion's share of the disgrace, starting with Paul Fine's curious 4th-inning dash for 2nd. That he tried to advance while the ball was already in Corey's glove at short may have suggested a certain lack of Euclidian 'judgment,' yet nonetheless, Paulie's subsequent ambush-avoiding escape to the virgin soils a full eight feet outside the baseline showed that going down in predictable flames can still be done with spunk, resolve and a galvanizing je-ne-c'est-quoi.
Indeed, just a single inning later, Pic drank deep from the well of that ubiquitous inspiration with her tactically curious dash for home, even though, once again, the ball was already in Corey's insidious little mitt by the time she rounded 3rd. To be sure, it was another ghastly display of scream-filled to's-and-fro's, and yet in the end, Pic picked a pickle for another Pyrrhic triumph of pure Paulean pulchritude. Yeah, in hunting her down so callously, those little bastards drained themselves of all their energy and dignity, and of course that only made us stronger.
As did both of Nicole's blistering 2-foot singles down the first base line, for she clearly understood what Jimmy's team didn't; It's not about the transformative blasts to the yak-laden tundra or a ruthlessly performing infield or even 'playing better' (as useful as that often is), but rather, it's about exploiting the dialectical essence of every cringe-inducing setback. Sure, it's not pretty, and it even hints at some kind of cynical neo-Marxist logic, but like all aerobic philosophy worthy of explicative consideration, it looks at the facts on the field, and then answers that most venerable question in all of sport- “How the fuck did we win?!” And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
4/11/14
Softball: 11:20-11:20-11:20……
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11:30 sharp-so please get there by 11:20 latest!-and as of now, there are still four slots left.
Yes, I know you're confused and frightened by what you just read, but part of life's rich organizational pageant is accepting the vinegar along with the honey. To wit: I've been informed that the City of Berkeley inadvertently double-booked the field with both us and a large contingent of ultimate players, who were officially given it from 8 to noon (days after we had already reserved our normal 11-1 slot). While this is an unacceptable breach of our rights as an aerobic people, I ended up negotiating a compromise with leaders of the Frisbee group (both of whom were friendly), in which we agreed to split the overlap hour right down the middle.
SO, don't panic when you arrive to find 40 or so people using the outfield. And just to be clear, you can get there as early as you'd like to use the infield, but regardless, please arrive no later than 11:20, so that we can be ready to start at exactly 11:30 (which should in fact put us only about 15 minutes behind our normal 11:15ish start time). Also, be aware that parking might be quite a bit harder than usual, so plan accordingly.
Finally, and for the record, this particular group has no plans to return to Codornices, but needless to say, I'll be discussing all of this with the Department of Parks and Wreck to make sure it doesn't happen again.
Courage/$5 for the field/See ya Sunday by 11:20….Raymond 845-7552
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