8/28/02
Softball: The Muddled Dialectic of Class
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last week’s 21-12 paragon of feral competitive equilibrium, punctured only by my own team’s momentary 9-run collapse in the top of the 7th. But for this brief and anomalous shellacking, we would have pulled out a decisive 12-12 triumph, and when one considers the ghastly errors, sacrifice pickles and surreal interpretations of athletic law that Mikey’s team so ruthlessly exploited, I think it’s fair to say that his was a Pyrrhic victory indeed, tainted as much by dubious strategic ethics as it was by the sheer breadth of disconnect between victory and merit. Sure, Mikey, go tell Jen that your team "won," but the real question is at what cost in blood, treasure and simple human decency? I honestly don’t know.
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Before proceeding with more pointless drivel, I would like to update you on the situation concerning the Klez-viral-worm-thing of which I wrote last week (That contemptible electronic STD that randomly sends out emails while pretending to be who it isn’t). The good news is that because I have a Mac, I almost certainly do NOT have it, and in fact, my hard drive is probably as pristine as pure virgin olive oil. The not-so-good news is that it really doesn’t matter, since my email address is being continually lifted off someone else’s computer, which means most people will continue to think I’m a shamelessly licentious sicko. This is totally unfair, because generally speaking, I’m not.
Of course the most pertinent news is that all of you are equally vulnerable to reputational besmirchment, your solemn digital identities perhaps coursing through the countless and sundry byways of cyberspace at this very moment---no doubt hitched to lurid spams, creepy textual missives and just outright visual filth---and heading straight to your beloved friends, family and employer, while you, oblivious to it all, continue to savor your breakfast grains as if you had not a care in the world. Ya gotta love networks….
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In any case, and as most of you know, this upcoming Labor Day Weekend is a time to reflect on the gains that we’ve made as softball-playing-working-peoples. And with our brethren in the professional leagues about to go on strike, I think it goes without saying that we can all rally around their ceaseless proletariat struggle for a just and living wage (which, in their case, just happens to be a billion times more than you’ll ever make). No, my friends, an incorrigible cynic might claim that these guys are a clueless recreational cabal of flabby and over-pampered steroidic bozos, but I for one will cast no aspersions. And therefore, there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
8/30/02
Softball: The Better League
Dear People,
There will be a game this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are still four slots left.
Please bring $2 for the field, which may seem like a lot to ask, but I would gently remind you that I have never imposed a luxury tax or salary cap on any of you, and if your demands remain reasonable, I never will…..Raymond 845-7552
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