9/23/15

Softball: Deterrence (A Brazen Use of Narrative Shaming for Our Two Upcoming Early Games)

Dear People,

My team crushed Chris Fure's on the last glorious hit of the match, 18-17, and just to be clear, it was Liz's taunting sprint past 3rd with two on and two out in the bottom of the 9th that drew the botched throw which sealed our triumph. After she scored that awesome winning run, I asked her if she had actually set out to defy Jay's legendary base-coaching, but she gently pointed out that in fact there were no directions to be flouted. Indeed, the Jayster had apparently cracked under the stress of the imminent denouement, and thus he offered Liz only silence, bulging white eyeballs and copious amounts of drool. Yeah, one more argument for the coy and tacit ambiguity of raw ambivalent guidance.

For Chris, of course, this was a particularly bitter defeat, for Mother History has no choice but to ascribe 90% of his side's failure to him, and him alone. And no, I'm not referring just to the fact that at 9:53AM that morning, I called our hero to find out why he was the only player on his own team who had not shown up for our 9:45AM game; Alas, it turned out that he was still relaxing at his comfy Richmond home while savoring a Furinator-scramble of two eggs, fine cheddar cheeses and some prophetically appropriate loser-leeks (Now, in fairness, I had only mentioned the early start time 13 times in two emails, so it's not like he truly 'blew it').

Nor, for that matter, am I referring to the fact that when Chris finally arrived, panting, with no time to spare for his first at bat in the bottom of the order, he immediately popped up on the very first pitch and promptly killed his team's opening 6-run rally. To be sure, it was all that and so much more over the eight taut innings that followed (for the record, hurling balls to bases where no players are there to catch them is never good form nor helpful), but as you know, it's simply not my scene to pick on individual players for the gaffes and foibles that make them nothing more or less than all of our cherished fellow athletes---honorable, human to the very marrow of their bones, and sometimes, temporally retardo. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Raymond


9/25/15

Softball: Esoteric

Dear People,

There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still three slots left.

Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a rare post-match crawling tour featuring the little known catacombs of the El Cerrito Plaza….Raymond 845-7552

PS: The Radical Open-Border Internationalists of an Earlier Republican Party:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ixi9_cciy8w

PPS: My Generation:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TLXf0xHcrQ