Dear People,
There will be a game tomorrow at noon at Kleeberger North. As of now, there are still a few slots left, but it's filling up fast.
Before bidding you good day, I would like to note that my last missive concerning Frank Chance apparently hit a raw nerve, with several people wondering how it could possibly be true that this poor man was really struck by five pitches in a single day. For the record, the source for that particular fact was "The Baseball Hall of Shame, Volume 3." Regardless, I have access to a panoply of books, calendars, web sites, archeological digs and other esoteric ephemera that would only discombobulate less seasoned researchers, and thus bluntly stated, I do not "make up" the vital baseball history that forms the epistemological grounding of your otherwise drab and pointless lives.
Nevertheless, the sudden surge in scrutiny has left me feeling a tad vulnerable, and I have therefore decided that I must come clean if I am to avoid an all consuming scandal that potentially sullies our entire unaffiliated-amateur-softball-loving community. Truth be told, on rare occasion, I will finesse the historic date of an anniversary by up to a few days. There, I said it. Of course, this has been done not to manipulate, exploit or shamelessly titillate you, but rather to simply provide the inspirational foundations upon which I can galvanize the people. I know I sound bitter, but have you ever tried to galvanize the people? It aien't easy. In any case, I understand that ends cannot always justify means, and as I have done in the past, I am once again prepared to tender my resignation if the aerobicracy so demands, and return to my humble cottage in the Bavarian Alps....Raymond