7/24/01
Softball: Children
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last week’s breathtakingly splendid 27-26 won-on-the-last-hit paragon of the lustful tribal yearning for competitive redemption. Frankly, the way in which John’s team mercilessly pounced for six runs in the bottom of the 9th suggests a certain lack of ethical restraint, almost as if their final-inning ambush were a source of twisted pride. Of course genuine pride is what this is ultimately all about, and as captain of a team that made four errors in a single play, I think I know which of us walked away with the actual moral triumph. Yes, rare is the infield that can turn a gentle two-out pop-up into an inexplicably dropped ball that instantaneously triggers three inter-base overthrows, two blown pickles, a stolen base and a run. Honestly, does a team like that ever really "lose"? I think we can all agree that to even ask the question is to inherently answer it---implicit, stark and clarion.
In any case, I have no further time to woo you, for this week I am busy fulfilling my solemn responsibilities as loving uncle to my Tokyo-based Chinese-American-Japanese-Jewish niece and nephew, both of whom are as cute as the dickens (being seven and two). Still, the darling toddler-monster’s incessant and completely pointless whining, pooping and shrieking remind me with ever greater cogency that my 1984 vasectomy was the most glorious decision in the history of my responsaphobic life, and therefore, there will be a game this Sunday at 5:00, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…..Raymond
7/25/01
Softball: The Brutal Confluence of Malthus and Sport
Dear People,
They’ll be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 5:00, but alas, there are already 22 commits.
Please bring $2 for the field, which for this week only, includes ample free parking and a full oak crate of freshly imported Honduran Conifer Sawflies (still living, and yummy as all get-go!)…Raymond 845-7552
PS: As always, please contact me ASAP if you need to cancel, since there are others who would love to take your place, causing me no end of recreational Jewish guilt.
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