Softball: The Historic Roots of our Continued Oppression
Dear People,
On one of those sweltering God-forsaken days in which contemptible feral vultures circle overhead, my team broiled the liquid life out of Jonny’s, 14-11. Since both contingents were equally magnificent, it would be easy to say that the final outcome was simply a function of my clearly superior captainship, but in fairness to Jonny, that would only be true in the absolute, all-encompassing sense.
In any case, we as an unaffiliated email-organized softball-playing people have always faced the early Autumn months with a palpable blend of pride and fear, for every year at this time, the incorrigible City of Berkeley tries to sweep our community into the dustbin of aerobic history by seizing our rightful homeland. We have no such intention of being swept, of course, though as always, we will now enter our multi-week diasporic phase, much like those heroic Hebrew StickBall players, who, in 586BC, were forced to temporarily flee Judea because a bunch of two-bit anti-Semitic Babylonians were out to crush the burgeoning dominance of Jewish athleticism.
Well, it’s 26 centuries later and the joke’s on Nebuchadnezzar, as one can easily see by simply noting the names of our greatest modern icons—Sandy Koufax (pitcher extraordinaire), Hank Greenberg (slugger extraordinaire) and Nanci Pecker (moral backbone). No, my friends, few of us can play at the level of that storied trio, and in fact, fewer than half of us even speak Yiddish!
Yet as a community, we all know what it is to wander through time and space, and if that’s what it takes to sate the Lacrosse-fetished sicko municipal bureaucrats who now toy with our lives, then so be it. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this SATURDAY AT 4PM (which is just like Sunday at 11AM except that it’s actually 19 hours earlier) IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Ray
9/7/07
Softball: Chez Ridicule (Saturday, as in Tomorrow, as in not Sunday)…
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices TOMORROW, SATURDAY, AT 4PM, and as of now there are still four slots left. Please note that if you fail to read this and show up at 11 on Sunday, you’re going to feel like a chronological retardo-dufus, and honestly, at that point there just won’t be anything I can do about it.
This week’s field fee is just $3, and that includes a really yummy Grilled Paine Farm squab with liver toast, figs, rocket, and Beaumes-de-Venise, and I’m not offering that just because I happen to like the words squab, liver and rocket in the same all-encompassing culinary pretension….Ray 845-7552