6/18/14
Softball: Back Again (Brief Musings on the Evolution Problem)
Dear People,
Chris Fure's team gently throttled Anthony's 15-10, but if you must know, I don't remember that many of the details since I was stuck in the bleachers, semi-stoned on a muscle relaxant for a herniated disc (or for spinal stenosis, or perhaps for a mild case of gingivitis-I'm actually not that 'medical'). Whatever it is, I'm still walking around as if I had suddenly devolved a good two million years in 13 seconds, and thus I still have the somewhat problematic gait of a bizarre transitional link between homoerectus and your basic long-haired garden chimp. Sure, I'm more of a babe magnet than ever, but at what cost?!
Having said all that, I was able to take in the game from a philosophically broader perspective then usual, and frankly, I have to tell ya that there's something disturbing in the sight of so many supposedly sophisticated individuals lining up to swing at an apparently magical yellow ball which other people then proceed to pointlessly chase about as if they were the intellectual equals of an easily contented border collie. To be sure, we now take it at face value that this is all just a recreational part of the modern homosapien experience, and I get that. I do.
Yet if I were a visiting extra-terrestrial from a truly advanced civilization and all I was exposed to of our own society was what I saw from those bleachers, I think I'd logically conclude that between the stupid simians, the dogs and the humans, none of these curious beings had evolved much beyond the other two. Yeah, that's a harsh insight to add to the pain of my already tormented vertebrae, but I think we all know that truth hides not from the cumulative downers of life's grand pageant. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
PS: Maps rock! . . .
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6/20/14
Softball: Stout Before Flying
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 my long-awaited Sheep's-milk ricotta raviolini in tomato brodo with sage . . . Raymond 845-7552
PS: This will be Jonny's last sporting event in America before returning to dreary, distant and utterly isolated Australia. He'll be playing with the persistent pain of a tender upper left buttock, but play he will.
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