Softball: An Attorney, a Waif and a Speculative Abstraction
Dear People,
My team rallied late, hard and spectacular to beat Chris Fure’s on the last hit of the game, 9-8, proving once again that when a determined collective looks deep into the mirror of an existential abyss, the kinesiological spark that results can occasionally shatter both glass and despair.
Whatever.
The point is that Darryl smashed his awesome game-winning 2-RBI blast to deep center left just days after he took the California bar exam, a grueling three-day test which I happen to believe follows the most softball-hostile academic process in the history of the world: Law School.
Indeed, the Darrylnator used to be a regular player amongst us, but had basically gone missing since the jurisprudential machine sucked him away three long years ago. His return to the fold began shortly after he graduated in June, and while I’ve always figured I could now look to him for a more deeply satisfying discussion on the rule against perpetuities, I was still convinced that his intensive legal training would destroy his previously exquisite batting skills. Fortunately, Darryl took courses in sports law, torts, creams and kick-some-serious-aerobic-ass law, the latter symposium being what I now feel was the decisive heuristic prerequisite in his heroic rendezvous with destiny.
I mention all this because like so many of you, I have been watching the recent events in Beijing with a keen personal, athletic and legal eye. For example, did Michael Phelps win all those races with the illicit assistance of an invisible nuclear fin? I honestly don’t know. And what’s up with the utterly random tie-breaking procedures for the uneven bars? Again, I can’t say.
But I do know the following, and I know it with every fiber of my being: Whether Yang Yi Lin, China’s magical 4’ 10” 77-pound gymnastic powerhouse is 10, 13 or even 16 years old as claimed, I would almost certainly pin her clean within the first three to five rounds of a standard Greco-Roman wrestling match (of course that’s only if she really had the cajones to take me on, and in all candor, I doubt she would). Call me a braggart if you must, but I happen to think that certain things just need to be said. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
8/22/08
Softball: Gourmet
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now, it is full. As always, feel free to contact me later to see if any slots have reopened, and if you committed and need to cancel, please let me ASAP.
Please bring $3 for the field, which for this week only includes a complimentary post-match carafe of chilled Cadet Rouge Bordeaux (1965), lovingly served with the original worm thing….Ray