Softball: Sappy (Troubled Musings on the Essence of Who We Are)
Dear People,
My team methodically drained the life-giving blood from Pace's 15-9, and while it felt invigorating to break out of my own personal batting slump with a double, four singles and a rare royal flush, I once again felt emotively torn by the harsh realities of raw competitive ball. I explicitly refer you to the bottom of the 6th, with the Paceter's team already floundering under the unseemly weight of an 11-4 deficit, and frankly, a whiff of panic in the air. Desperate to narrow that gap, Kora (no relation to Kira-or perhaps they're twin sisters; I honestly don't recall), took off from 2nd to 3rd on a choppy one-out hopper to shallow left, and sure enough, she quickly found herself trapped in flagrante pickled delicto. Thankfully, there were no cameras to record what happened next.
As captain, I was initially giddy as Frank (3rd), Greg (Short), and Mary (Tall) moved with ruthless focus and celerity to close off any possibility of a baseline escape. Yet as Kora frantically scrambled back and forth, her running quickly grew turgid and her breathing labored, and in all candor, I felt a sudden wave of searing Hebraic guilt for what we had just unleashed. My God, the poor woman hadn't played in months, and now, on what was to be her joyous return to the community, it was as if she were suddenly transmogrified into a fuzzy little house-bunny that had stumbled into a clowder of rabbit-craving viper snakes.
Ya know, we often have cousins, siblings and even parents with their own procreative offspring who participate in these games, but when I see what I saw (or done seen what they did, or even worse, when I'm watching you watch him), I honestly wonder if this really is the appropriate aerobic venue for America's wary families. Indeed, this upcoming weekend is Mother's Day, so at first I just figured I wouldn't organize a game. The fact is that I needed to rethink, recalibrate and once and for all decide if this entire Darwinian endeavor is too morally soiled for the embracement of familial innocence.
At first I felt tremulous and unclean in my thoughts, but then I started thinking about it some more, and I realized that even though I'll probably never be a mother in the strictest sense of the word, I always feel that when you're all out there frolicking, you're actually the collective spawn of my metaphorical seed, or egg, or whatever. More specifically, I'll be damned if I'm gonna deny myself that prideful maternal feeling deep within my bosom, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Mother's Day Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Ray
5/11/12
Softball: Artists Amongst Us
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 my personal commitment to manage all your bail bond needs for the duration of the match….Raymond 845-7552
PS: Three pillars of this community-Chris Fure (writer-director extraordinaire), Michael Tucker (cinematographer par excellence) and Kira (voice of an angel)-were recently involved in the making of a video that I believe will change your views on the complex interplay between climate change and meat. Or not…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIgyJEEJxjs