Moreover, Alan Shabel was nursing a bruised elbow, Kira struggled with a gimpy left foot, and I myself was hobbling to and fro with the first genuinely sprained ankle of my long and orthopedically innocent life. Of course I suppose that doesn't excuse my decision to “catch” a blistering pickoff throw to first with the right side of my hip, but as Sartre wrote in Being and Cardiovascular Nothingness, “Fault not the noble athlete in distractatory pain, for he has no choice but to stray from the conventional techniques of hackneyed athletic competence.” Indeed.
The point is that as a communal carbon-based whole, we will continue to age in new and exciting ways, but just because the risk of injury per match nudges up a modest 1,000% per decade, I see no reason why we still can't be frolicking a full half-century from now. Oh sure, not a single one of us will actually make it even half that long, but I happen to believe that true athletic glory lies in the broader institutional cohesion of the league qua league, and I'm not saying that just because my entire generation is starting to crumble around me. And therefore there will be a game at Grove Park this Sunday at 4 IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning (and, of course, the Lord does not rapture me into the kick-ass garden-laden chalets of Heavenville come this transcendent Saturday night)…Raymond
5/20/11
Softball: Skeletons
Dear People,
There will a game at Grove Park this Sunday at 4PM, and as of now there are still five slots left.
This week's field fee is just $4, and that includes my personal guarantee to you that I will never taint the reputation of this community by fathering an intriguing little love child…Raymond 845-7552