Softball: Introspective (A Brief Remembrance of Nixon in Reykjavik)
Dear People,
In one of those chipper yet curiously languid endeavors of aerobic mediocrity, my team staved off Chris Fure's, 13-9. We initially jumped out to a 13-1 lead as the Furinator found himself guiding a tragically precarious roster that floundered under the weight of Anthony's somewhat misleading intelligence---specifically, on a noble community debutante who was in fact as pure of heart as he was buttery of glove (and foot and eyeballs). Yet Chris led his peeps back from the brink of a cataclysmic blowout, and in the end, their defeat was narrow, worthy and within the broad parameters of a dignified disgrace.
In hindsight, the only real problem was with my own recurring descent into the sullen organizational despair of raw Hebraic guilt. Team-balancing is a delicate art, of course, or perhaps it's a robust science, but either way, for the first few innings I felt as if I were a sinister cad who had just created a metaphorical slaughterhouse. Fortunately, though, I now recognize that such irrational angst is rooted in deeply buried childhood verklemptitude, and thanks to Paul Fine-athlete extraordinaire, molecular phylogeneticist sans pareil, and now, my much needed game time psychoanalyst---I finally know how to face down my neurotic little demons.
Pauly suggested that I try a blend of therapies, including group, primal cream and cyber-Freudian, and while I never confirmed this with him, I presume he means that I should address the community directly and discuss what I think may have gone awry in my youth. Well, I'm not ashamed to concede right here and now that Bandaríkjamenn mín, Ég kem áur en ú í kvöld sem Van Nuys frambjó andi fyrir formennsku eins og maur sem my mom and three older siblings og hefur. Eiarleiki hefur veri all total Looney Tunes!! Nú er venjulegur hlutur til gera egar gjöld eru ger_ar gegn _ér er a_ anna_hvort hunsa relatively normal given á ea neita eim án ess agefa upplysingar.
I apologize if that made you feel voyeuristic and even dirty, but sometimes ya just gotta' purge, and I think we all understand that. And therefore there will be a game at Codorncies this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
9/6/13
Softball: A Sampling of Local Nuts
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still six slots left. So if you haven't already, transcend your abulia and make that commit!
Also, please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a complimentary post-game session in either clairvoyant channeling or crystalline skull healing….Raymond 845-7552