4/22/15
Softball: The Nuanced Calculus of Hidden Danger
Dear People,
Jerry's team obliterated my own in one of those disconcerting displays of explosive batter-abuse, 26-13, and at this late date, my only wish is to salve the lingering psychic wounds of all my traumatized fielders. The fact is that we clung to a fragile 12-12 lead as late as the 7th (if, by a 12-12 lead, one actually means an 11-13 deficit). But then Steve Powers unleashed a blistering 3-RBI homer to deep center-right that, as best I could tell, darted straight through the spatially precise center of Anthony's torso, as if the orb itself were an eerily benign laser racing toward a distant planet. To be sure, the nutso nature of physics will always leave me haunted.
In any case, the Jerster, Kira and Rachel slammed more blasts to gaps in our outfield, and then, with their lead at six and now burgeoning anew, Brandon suddenly let loose with a staggering bomb that landed half way up the steep grassy knoll beyond deep center-left. Moreover, and unlike any hit I've ever seen there, the ball's sheer Newtonian mojo propelled it ever upward, thus forcing David Snyder to climb after it in hot pursuit as it darted past the entire slope and initial plateau before bouncing on to the ridged clay culvert that marks the contemptible Hayward fault (I shit you not-Scroll down to the top left corner of the first photo here: https://walkingthefault.wordpress.com/walk-1/ ). The fact is that had the Big One struck right then and there, I don't think that Dave would've gotten out alive, and frankly, I think that's something Brandon should probably ponder a bit more while savoring his triumph.
The point is that after the game, I tapped the raw statistical sagacity of several of our greatest athletes to see if I had made an error in last week's roster-balancing process, since as you may know, blowouts always make me feel lurid and unclean. Yet over a savory post-match meal of Bongo Burger's finest, I was reassured that the contingents were clearly within the 2.09% of the 705,432 possible teams that have rational boundaries of competitive plausibility (Frank's reasoning, not mine). Still, this clearly means little to the Snydermesiter, who not only found himself stuck on a team that was pulverized into little bits of loser-cud, but who, for all his troubles, was nearly swallowed alive by that insidious tectonic monster. Yeah, I think we can all agree that risk itself is the most portentously inscrutable of all nature's mistresses, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Ray
4/24/15
Softball: Chipper
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still four slots left.
Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a complimentary one-year subscription to The Cambridge University Journal of Anxiety, Angst and Gnawing Existential Despair…Raymond 845-7552
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