Softball: The Rusty Ship (Some Modest Adherence to Narrative Concision)
Dear People,
In a delightfully anomalous matchup which so starkly showed the import of available rosters in the development of the broader aerobic zeitgeist, Chris Fure's contingent methodically battered my own, 22-9. The fact is that I had assumed that this would be a low-scoring, genteel and intimate affair since virtually none of the community's most frightful power-hitters were in attendance, and indeed, there was a certain symmetry and lightness of recreational being in the game's early rounds. Yet I had not counted on a sieve-like 83-error tear in the spatial fabric of my side's defensive mid-inning cohesion, which, in fairness to myself, somewhat complicated the tactical task at hand.
In retrospect, perhaps it was unwise to have so many athletes on my side who had not played in weeks, months and even years. To be sure, it's likely that Tristan, Dave K, Maria, Susan and Doug did not even recognize each other's cherubic little faces, and for that alone, I can understand why they might have felt frightened if not outright confuddled. Yet let me be clear; Each of them still played with honor, distinction and stout resolve, and in the end, my only managerial regret is that I was not captain of the other team. And therefore there will be a game at Codornoices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Ray
6/1/13
Softball: Flirtations with Cognitive Overreach
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are still two slots left.
Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes my long-awaited post-game seminar on either solving quadratic equations by completing the square or the theoretical dynamics of spatial infinity…Raymond 845-7552