7/10/01
Softball: A Hopeful Missive from My Northwest Gulag
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last week’s effulgent 15-12 paragon of jocund
4th-of-July aerobicism. The cloudless East Bay skies, the gentle Codornices breeding heifers and the succulent post-game picnic only added to the Jeffersonian feel of the day, but perhaps most importantly, the presence of a Dutch, Malaysian AND Russian player reflected both the universal appeal of our unique experiment in recreational democracy and the overall allure of the American experience. Oh sure, the latter two will soon flee back to their respective homelands, each justifiably convinced that the United States is replete with more genuine wackos per capita than any advanced nation can possibly sustain. Still, the point is that they will return with the passion of softball coursing merrily through their tiny little veins, and for my money, that’s a lot more efficient than sending Samuel Adams and Willie Mays as good-will ambassadors to Moscow, if for no other reason than Samuel Adams, alas, is dead. I think we can all agree with the general thrust of my utopian logic.
In any case, and as some may know, I am once again writing you from the oppressively dark and dank confines of my sister’s Seattle basement, ensnared as usual in a work regimen that reflects breathtaking indifference to the most basic dictates of the National Labor Relations Board. Yet again, ‘ol sis spews platitudes about the importance of our project for the women of the world or some such abstraction, but my weary bones and bloodshot corneas cannot respond. I am jejune and effete, and even worse, my heal still hurts.
Fortunately though, the recent wave of extraditions to the Hague has apparently put the fear of international law into her, and thus my imprisonment should be of a reasonably limited duration. And therefore, there will be a game at Codornices this SUNDAY at 5PM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
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