6/25/01:The Smoldering Cauldron of Aerobic Endearment 6/25/01: The Smoldering Cauldron of Aerobic Endearment Softball: The Smoldering Cauldron of Aerobic Endearment Dear People, Congratz to all on last week’s silky-smooth yet slightly abbreviated 10-6 exemplification of softball at its essence---joyous, vital, and dissed by the world, as seen by the hardline invasion of our turf at precisely 1:01PM, by a cacophonous horde of pre-pubescent street rogues and their infanto-fascist adult supervisors. Frankly, the organizing papa’s refusal to give us just a few extra minutes to finish our game in dignity seemed a bit callous at first, but when he explained how it simply wouldn’t be possible because "there are kids here," I suddenly understood the raw cogency of his position. To be sure, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for exposing those innocent young minds to a little flexibility or kindness, and thankfully, that was avoided. ************* After the game, as I thoughtfully savored my vasectomy of 16 years earlier, I soon learned of major news; Yes, Mike and Jen, the ethical and athletic backbone of the community as we know it, are going to soon join in matrimonial bliss! Obviously, I’m not going to write anything here that would make them feel awkward or embarrassed, but I do feel compelled to say that the sacred coupling of this noble perennial pitcher and his consistently error-prone bride is a nuptial landmark for all of us, and indeed, I still get tiny little goose bumps when I think of how their love must have secretly flourished with every game they played together. Mikey, of course, was initially coy, and discretely told me that it was Jen’s beauty, wit, and robust financial potential that pushed him to propose. But then I smiled knowingly, and after a few seconds, he quietly conceded that in fact, it was her fielding, and more specifically, her curious inability to stop ground balls from darting between her toned and shapely gams. "I can’t explain it," he whispered to me, "but every time Jen would let another ball get by, I just wanted to smother her with my hot and gooey passion." In retrospect, this was probably a bit more than I needed to hear, for as a recreational psychoanalyst, I am already well aware that along with charisma and pheromones, nothing stirs the heart more than the tender sight of sporadic athletic ineptitude. I suppose that these games have always been an incubator for such kinesiologicaly kindled wuv, and yet for the record, this will be our first foray into inter-player connubiality in the entire history of our beloved unaffiliated-email-organized softball peoples! And therefore, there will be a game at Codornices this Saturday at 11AM, IF I get enough players by this Friday morning….Ray 6/29/01 Softball: Edibles Dear People, There will be a game at Codornices tomorrow at 11AM, and as of now, there are still a few slots left. Please bring $2 for the field, which for this week only, includes a heavenly warm fruitwood-smoked salmon with potato gnocchi and balsamic glaze….Raymond

6/25/01

Softball: The Smoldering Cauldron of Aerobic Endearment

Dear People,

Congratz to all on last week’s silky-smooth yet slightly abbreviated 10-6 exemplification of softball at its essence---joyous, vital, and dissed by the world, as seen by the hardline invasion of our turf at precisely 1:01PM, by a cacophonous horde of pre-pubescent street rogues and their infanto-fascist adult supervisors. Frankly, the organizing papa’s refusal to give us just a few extra minutes to finish our game in dignity seemed a bit callous at first, but when he explained how it simply wouldn’t be possible because "there are kids here," I suddenly understood the raw cogency of his position. To be sure, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for exposing those innocent young minds to a little flexibility or kindness, and thankfully, that was avoided.

*************

After the game, as I thoughtfully savored my vasectomy of 16 years earlier, I soon learned of major news; Yes, Mike and Jen, the ethical and athletic backbone of the community as we know it, are going to soon join in matrimonial bliss! Obviously, I’m not going to write anything here that would make them feel awkward or embarrassed, but I do feel compelled to say that the sacred coupling of this noble perennial pitcher and his consistently error-prone bride is a nuptial landmark for all of us, and indeed, I still get tiny little goose bumps when I think of how their love must have secretly flourished with every game they played together.

Mikey, of course, was initially coy, and discretely told me that it was Jen’s beauty, wit, and robust financial potential that pushed him to propose. But then I smiled knowingly, and after a few seconds, he quietly conceded that in fact, it was her fielding, and more specifically, her curious inability to stop ground balls from darting between her toned and shapely gams. "I can’t explain it," he whispered to me, "but every time Jen would let another ball get by, I just wanted to smother her with my hot and gooey passion." In retrospect, this was probably a bit more than I needed to hear, for as a recreational psychoanalyst, I am already well aware that along with charisma and pheromones, nothing stirs the heart more than the tender sight of sporadic athletic ineptitude.

I suppose that these games have always been an incubator for such kinesiologicaly kindled wuv, and yet for the record, this will be our first foray into inter-player connubiality in the entire history of our beloved unaffiliated-email-organized softball peoples! And therefore, there will be a game at Codornices this Saturday at 11AM, IF I get enough players by this Friday morning….Ray

6/29/01

Softball: Edibles

Dear People,

There will be a game at Codornices tomorrow at 11AM, and as of now, there are still a few slots left. Please bring $2 for the field, which for this week only, includes a heavenly warm fruitwood-smoked salmon with potato gnocchi and balsamic glaze….Raymond

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