Softball: Musings on my Rendezvous with Dental Destiny
Dear People,
On this kick-ass community's 15th anniversary, Chris Fure's team rallied to crush my own, 25-21. It was a magical and joyous day replete with good cheer, the aroma of fine post-match barbie fare and consistently inspirational play, and thus as I surveyed the goings-on from my cherished 1st-base perch, I couldn't help thinking that I was deep in the zone and utterly at peace with my inner aerobic child. Indeed, as my own side clung to a narrow 7th-inning 19-19 lead, I was actually more focused on the fact that we were now 15 years strong and no longer fledgling, and truth be told, I secretly beamed with pride in knowing that I had finally created a league in which genuine camaraderie, completive grace and the long-term arc of growing athletic competence were now our timeless and venerable touchstones.
In any case, that's what I was thinking as the inning began and Rachel stepped to the plate, but then, and for reasons I don't pretend to understand, I apparently tried to “catch” her blistering two-hop daisy cutter with the maxillary labial frenum of my lower lateral incisors. Needless to say, this is a somewhat risky approach for the imminent task at hand, and thus .03 seconds later, I was lying dazed and supine on the harsh dusty dirt. Of course there is always some yin to the calamitous yang, and when you're technically in shock, the pain isn't even that bad! Regardless, I was well aware that as the blood proceeded to drip from my mouth, I suddenly had those rugged ClintEastwoodEsque good-looks, and even better, I felt a vital and instantaneous bonding with my own corporeal reality-And that only intensified as Broh gently dislodged the inner lips that had cleaved to my tender little teeth. Thankfully, I didn't throw up.
Now look, I know what you're thinking; You're thinking “Wow, you've had 15 good years and that was a really close call, so maybe it's a sign to at least hang up your 1st-base spurs.” Believe you me, I take my signage seriously, and stark was the implicit message when I suddenly found myself unable to partake of that succulent tritip at the barbie. Yet I've also had time to ponder good'n hard these last few days, and what I've concluded is that I'm simply too stout and manly to be driven from that small hallowed piece of infield glory. I will, however, reconsider my aversion to groinal cups, mouth guards and Teutonic medieval full-body knighting gear, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
Softball: Onward to 20
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and if you still want in, feel free to get on the wait list or contact me later for news of reopened slots.
Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes complimentary high-yield checking and overdraft protection for the duration of the match….Raymond 845-7552
PS: Mark your calendars! Our own Steve Seskin, community moral backbone and singer-songwriter extraordinaire, next Friday, June 22, at the Freight and Salvage:
http://www.freightandsalvage.org/steve-seskin-liz-longley-julia-sinclair
PPS: Really, 15 years….
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