Softball: An Existential Gloss on the Dilemma of Player Performance
Dear People,
In a stirring match of competitive sport as it’s meant to be, my side beat Alan Miller’s in the bottom of the 12th, 17-16. Needless to say, other wussier leagues would’ve simply decreed a draw and fled the scorching afternoon sun after 9 or 10 innings, but we’re obviously not like those other weenies (Although just between you and me, when Kerri realized that we were still all tied up at the end of 11, she bitterly screamed out “This is so bogus!—Time to leave!”).
Regardless, there was something about the lingering majesty of the game that reaffirmed my faith in the meaning of human existence, indeed, that made me realize that even if we’re all a mere speck in the vast abstractions of infinite time and space, we still intrinsically flourish as athletes qua athletes (What Voltaire once called “Les peuples du balles”). Oh sure, our entire species can be wiped out at any time by the contemptible indifference of a passing asteroid, but the fact is I hit my first homerun in about 30 years—a moliminous 5th inning blast down the 3rd base line—so yeah, my life clearly has purpose.
Still, it’s complicated. For example, on the last hit of the game in the bottom of the 12th, with two out, the score tied and a runner on 2nd, Chris Fure expertly fielded Pace’s searing line drive to right, but then, and for reasons I don’t pretend to understand, immediately threw the ball straight into the bleachers behind home plate, ending the game right then and there. Does this mean that Chris’ life has no “meaning”? I honestly don’t know, and in fact, I don’t even understand the question. Yet I think we can all agree that we need to pose it, and pose it hard, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
6/3/10
Softball: Efficiencies in the Pedagogical Process
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 get on a wait list or contact me later for reopened slots.
This week’s field fee is just $4, and that includes my personal post-game triminar on Romeo and Juliet in athletic perspective, new techniques in integrated circuit design and the surprising role of kale in California cuisine. . .Raymond 845-7552