Softball: The Varied Strains of Resistance
Dear People,
My team brutalized Jim McGuire's, 13-3, and frankly, I'm still pondering how his side went from an initial power-hitting cauldron of raw terror-creating dominance (on paper) to a floundering cackle of harmless homoathletici, virtually all of whom were essentially disarmed, metaphorically neutered and pickled whole. Now look, it would be easy to “blame” the Jimster himself, and frankly, I did notice that as captains go, he was a tad spare with the galvanizing exhortations that normally alert other players as to the presence of an official source of carbon-based leadership within their own ranks. Fair enough.
Still, I'm not sure things would've turned out any differently even if Jim had had the charismatic copia verborum of an MLK, a JFK or even a Lou Gehrig (And yeah, I suspect that when Jim saw the roster of manly men who'd be batting for his side-from Alan Shabel and Tony Mac to Michael Holmes and David Snyder-he must have considered himself the luckiest man on the face of the earth). I say this because I suspect that Jerry's untouchable blend of curve, spit and Easter Day resurrection balls were simply too curvy, spitty and resurrectionist for even the greatest of batters, and thus, for what it's worth, the unseemly results do not make Jim another Jonny. At a minimum, I think we can all agree on that.
Moreover, even if Jerry had not been pitching perfectly, I believe that my side would've still overcome their finely-marbled brawn because we not only had the Powers brothers, but we had their cherished mom Christine serving as the visiting moral backbone of our entire contingent! She was not only flawless in right, but she had two hits, an RBI and a run, and more than all that, her nurturing maternal presence acted as an imperceptible airborne patina of enemy-batter fearfluvium. “Jim's not inspiring me and Jerry's got the spit,” the Shabelator bitterly told me in the 7th, adding “and even worse, I think I'm just too inexplicably frightened to care.” To be sure, mused I, there's all kinds of ways to crush an ostensibly greater force.
The point is that with Rick Santorum suspending his campaign, it would be easy for all of us in the softball playing community to grow increasingly anxious, and ultimately, to simply give in to the ceaseless menace of secular socialist aerobicism. Yet there are, in fact, many ways to beat a theoretically stronger foe, and I for one am comforted by the knowledge that the fight goes on, and that indeed, Rick will still work tirelessly to hold good'ol Metch-a-Sketch to the cherished American values of the 13th Century Church. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
4/11/12
Softball: A Communal Strategy for the Home Front
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.
This week's field fee is just $4, and that includes a deep tissue body scrub with seaweed soap and myrrh as well as a hydrating dermabrasion facial!….Raymond 845-7552
PS: Kira is house-hunting and perhaps you can help!...
I'm taking the plunge and looking to get into the real estate market. I'm looking for a minimum 2 bedroom 1 bath in the areas of Berkeley, Albany, El Cerrito, Oakland and possibly Richmond.
Alas, a lot of other folks are also looking at this time and thus the market's proving absurdly tough. So in addition to pouring through the online listings every hour, I'm reaching out to our community to see if anyone might either be selling, or know of someone who plans to. If you have any ideas or leads, please contact me at kiraabrams@gmail.com