Softball: A Personal Tale of Exile Accepted
Dear People,
Pace's team brutalized my own in one of those bittersweet paragons of broad communal reaffirmation, 15-7. The fact is that none of us had stepped foot onto Grove's treacherous diamond clays in over a year, and as captain of the contingent that took the field first, I'm not ashamed to say that we were initially frightened, tremulous and nearly waylaid by our own surging adrenal juices. Not surprisingly, we gave up seven runs that very first inning, but soon afterward we stabilized, and in adapting to the soils of our latest diaspora, I even recall fleeting moments of calm and genteel dignity.
In fact, we had rallied to within three in the 5th when I smashed what I initially thought was a solid double to left. Yet as I darted toward 2nd, I suddenly realized that the Paceter's perfect throw to the infield left me exposed and in all candor, metaphorically nude. Suddenly, Cory, Kira, Jerry and Lora engulfed me from all sides, as if they were a cackle of contemptible simian centurions like in that heartbreaking scene from the first Planet of the Apes. I, of course, was the perfectly innocent Charlton Heston, just trying to live my life (Yeah---You know what I'm talking about).
In any case, I ceaselessly zigged and zagged for what seemed like an eternity of oxygen-depleting desperation, but in the end, I somehow made it back to the sanctuary of 1st. I should confess that my breathing was a tad labored, I felt somewhat light-headed, and as best I could tell, I was undergoing some kind of massive-ass nuclear-tipped myocardial infarction. Still, as I hunched over and looked down at the protective rubbers of that Grove-grounded base, I nearly broke down and squalled, for I realized that as an individual, as a team and indeed as an entire aerobic folk, we were already well ensconced in our nurturing transitional homeland.
Oh sure, she's no Codornices, but with her surprisingly seductive grasses, fungivore and woodlice, I believe that she's nothing less than the life-giving foundation on which we'll burgeon anew. And therefore there will be a game at Grove Park this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Raymond
9/20/13
Softball: Actual Options in the Haight
Dear People,
There will be a game at Grove Park 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 complimentary post-match Osho Zen Tarot Card reading in Pagan, Goth and traditional Bavarian flavors . . .Raymond 845-7552
PS:
i-Language:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNoS2BU6bbQ
ii-Space:
http://www.khanacademy.org/science/cosmology-and-astronomy/stellar-life-topic/quasars/v/galactic-collisions
iii-Commerce:
http://www.theonion.com/video/sony-releases-new-stupid-piece-of-shit-that-doesnt,14309/
9/22/13
Softball: Tilling (A Saturday Night Post-Storm Update)
Dear People,
I walked by Grove around 5:00 this afternoon and I can report that she had clearly been traumatized by the contemptible late morning rains. While about 97.28% of her was already playable and glorious, there were definitely some very muddy and still puddled regions, including in the deepest area of the infield just beyond where our shortstops roam. I'm not a hydraulic pedologist by either training or temperament, but I'm assuming that with a little TLC, we'll be able to do whatever needs to be done. SO, if you're planning to get there early for batting practice, please consider bringing a bucket, a shovel and/or a hoe (yeah, a hoe). I'll also bring some appropriate tools, but probably won't be able to get there before 10:50ish.
Also be aware that there was one “Field Closed” sign up, but the others on the fences were left shut, and in fact there were already lots of people using the outfield for soccer and other sports. Everything will be even dryer tomorrow, so I don't think we're going to have a problem on that front. However, since Grove is not hidden from the prying eyes of The Man the way Codorncies is, there is a slight risk. Obviously, if any cops approach and ask you who flouted the city code by organizing the game, you'll need to immediately invoke your Miranda rights.
See ya tomorrow at 11 . . . Raymond 845-7552
PS: Two slots still left!...