6/24/15
Softball: A Question of Brains
Dear People,
My team gingerly deboned Chris Fure's, 22-18, in a bittersweet Father's Day triumph that was, in the end, a stirring testament to the inherent glories of the patriarch qua athlete. Alas, though, I have no idea what I mean by that since I've lost the game's official score sheet---with its rigorous statistical analysis and copious notes of gratuitous dissage---and thus I can't remember what any of the dozen or so dads who played actually did, if anything.
What I do recall, though, is that Frank (a venerable community legend and a fellow non-breeder) almost cost my peeps the match with two put-outs at 1st on otherwise solid hits to the outfield. In both cases, his giggly failure to run until it was too late is hardly surprising to those of us who've witnessed the evolution of his kiniseological development over the decades, but it does suggest a somewhat degraded temporal lobe that is ripe for the latest candy-based experimentation in Pavlovian electroconvulsive therapy. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, F I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . . Ray
6/26/15
Softball: Applesauce! (Across the American Bozoscape)
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 pertinent cross-comparative post-match psycholinguistic analysis on the shamelessly contrived indignation of jurisprudential douchebag Antonin Scalia and the cringe-inducing narcissistic bombast of billionaire butthole Donald Trump . . . Raymond 845-7552
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