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Softball: Reflections of my Subtle Ambivalence Toward Creation

Dear People,

After four long and gameless years stuck in Philadelphia, Peter returned to the gelatinous embrace of his beloved aerobic community for a poignant one-off reunion. There was magic in the air, and because I wanted him to fly back with the additional fillip of a triumph well played, I put our hero on my team, with its lethal slammer's trio of Alan Shabel, Chris Fure and Tony Mac. Alas, those guys all sucked with barely a couple singles between them, and thus it's perhaps not surprising that Paul Fine's team methodically smothered my own, 12-8.

Still, Peter's ephemeral visit was more than a mere cantata of admittedly bitter herbs, for something happened that fine day which was a unique and stirring reminder of the transcendent environmental gestalt in which we as a softball-playing people continue to ceaselessly evolve, grow and thrive. As you know, I'm no fan of “nature,” with its ruthless food chain, hideous rodentia and annoyingly short life-spans. Yet as the Petester and I sulked in the bleachers in the top of the 7th (with our team down 11-1 at the time), a proud and majestic North American Water Antelope suddenly strutted across the outfield!

Or perhaps it was just a dumbass Berkeley Mouse Deer, but the point is that I was actually quite touched, and as every player on that field stopped to stare in awe, I could tell that this magnificent beast was tacitly telling us that we're all an integral part of life's rich web, and precisely because of this, it is clearly better to win then to lose, and even more importantly, to never be eviscerated if at all possible. Yeah, I happen to believe that Peter, Bambi-breath and I are all on the same page, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond

PS: Ali left behind her cherished glove at last week's game, so if you happened to pick up an old mitt that says 'Pete Rose' in the palm, please let me know.


8/10/12

Softball: The Continuing Definite Article Problem at Chez Pretentious

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 braised Wolfe Ranch quail with stuffed peppersand onions cooked on the coals….Raymond 845-7552

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