7/14/99
Softball: The Vision Thing
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last weekend's slightly less-than-riveting 17-4 pulverization under the East Bay's scorching midday sun. I must confess that as my team came to bat in the top of the 9th, the relentless heat had conspired with the somewhat ominous 16 point deficit to trigger just a patina of despair. Yet something deep in the human heart spontaneously rekindled within our ranks, and with that first we-will-not-roll-over double, we were off and running again. Oh sure, technically, our rally did fall a scant 13 runs short, but we all know that the final score is actually no more than a parenthetical aside against which the courage and resilience of any given team's aerobic endeavor is forever juxtaposed. Especially if
you lose.
In any case, most of your probably know that this Sunday, July 18th, is the 114th anniversary of the birth of Briscoe "The Human Eyeball" Lord, the legendary Philadelphia Athletics outfielder whose ability to catch seemingly impossible line drives endeared him to generations of baseball-loving opthamologists. Some historians suggest that Lord was the Willy Mays of his era, but playing in the decades before TV or radio, he never received the acclaim that later fielders achieved. Frankly, I don't really know much about him, but as far as I'm concerned, anyone known as The Human Eyeball deserves to be honored.
Therefore, there will be a game this Sunday, July 18th at 11AM at Codornices Field, IF I get enough commits by this Friday Noon. Now listen, it's muggy outside, time is spare and I've got things to do. So please don't make me beg again. This time, do what is right for 'ol retina face Lord, whose piercing brown corneas stare through time right smack into your own, and who, with the gentlest of tugs on his tiny little metaphysical ocular muscles, implores you to eat well, play hard, and make that commit with punctual good cheer...Raymond
PS: Extra added boni: I will be buying delicious rubber bases to give our games a more professional ambiance, and I also plan to bring a shovel in order to fill in that nasty ankle-taunting crater next to home plate. Whatever it takes, to make you feel athletically cherished....
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