Softball: Nearly Asleep at the Organizational Wheel
Dear People,
In a heartbreaking paragon of irrefutably random results, Pace’s team beat back my own with a compelling blend of fine pitching, flawless defense and a certain mellow civility, 7-6. In the years to come I’ll be reviewing the video to see what we could’ve done differently, but for now, I plan to find copious emotive succor in knowing that my post-game shame can’t ever be “thicker” than that one slender run. Yeah, I happen to believe that an honest measurement of disgrace is often a function of girthage, and if that makes me a lunatic, then so be it.
The point is that it’s now 1AM and truth be told, I completely forget to write until just a few minutes ago. Nevertheless, I’ve obviously not forgotten that if I ever want to play some vital weekend softball, you will need to be wooed, and wooed hard, and if that means resorting to quick off-the-cuff paragraphs that are replete with nasty words like succor and girthage and non-gonococcal urethritis, then so be it (again). And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Ray
5/5/10
Softball: A Crime I Endorse
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and feel free to contact me later for reopened slots.
This week’s field fee is just $4, and that includes one of 22 technically “illegal” but flawless counterfeit canvases of Picasso’s Nude, Green Leaves and Bust, productions of which render the penis-validating $106,000,000 original essentially worthless. Pity…Raymond 845-7552
5/9/10
Softball: Sunday 10:05AM: No Wuusing Out!
Just got back from the field and it is fine. Moreover, it’s mother’s day, life is short, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the thinnest patina of drizzleage I’ve ever seen destroy our aerobic rights. See you at 11…Raymond
PS:: If you committed and plan on wuusing out, please let me know now!
PPS: The tone and basic thrust of this message was crafted and approved by Michael Tucker; If we end up wasting our time, your venomous scorn should be directed toward him.