6/10/9
Softball: A Quasi-Darwinian Gloss on the Evolution of our Folk
Dear People,
Chris Fure pitched his own team to a searing 19-12 triumph, and while I’d like to think that my side still played with a certain stoic honor, the harsh reality is that they sucked the very marrow out of our aerobic joie de vivre. Now of course I don’t mean that in a lurid or even clinical sort of way, and yet it’s true that his insidious curve balls were so dominant that my most fearsome power hitters—Jeff W, Frank, and yes, even the Ken of Men—were all rendered listless and jejune, as if they were standing comatose at an interminable Irish wake rather than poised at the potential glory of home plate itself.
Still, and for all the despair of the day, I happened to notice that the true importance of this match had nothing to do with the outcome, but rather with what it represented for our very future; Indeed, for the first time in the 12-year history of this community, four familial combinations were amongst us, each one a towering symbol of the inevitable passing of the torch from a generation of aging geezers to the revitalizing athletic compost of our own pubescent progeny. No, my friends, you probably didn’t notice, but there they were; Michael Davey and his burgeoning son Eli, Stefano and his whipper-snapper boy Patrick, Steve Bedrick and his Yale-attending prodigy Matt (who is admittedly post-pubescent, but that’s not important now), and of course me and the community itself, for barren though I’ve chosen to be, you as a people are my own precious love child.
The point is that this ceaseless churning of our communal roster is part of a subtle yet powerful process that I believe will assure our continuing organic renewal through at least 2097, when, on our 100th anniversary, Patrick’s great granddaughter will look her own son in the eye and proclaim that “It’s so cool that Ray let the youth play all those years ago, ’cause if he had let the community die, we wouldn’t be here at Codornices playing the rubber-suit-only croquet that we’ve come to know and love.” Yeah, there are reasons I do what I do, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
6/12/09
Softball: The Law
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still five slots left.
Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a complimentary post-match consultation on either mechanics lien enforcement or trip and fall litigation (banana peel only)…Raymond
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