10/13/04
Softball: Some Light Science Fiction Reading
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last week’s 25-24 masterwork of salubrious aerobic theatre. Frank’s team edged out my own on the very last hit of this gloriously fought battle, and for that I fully concede his greater moral worth as both a leader and a human. Of course, the real hero of this game was Broheen, our normally partisan powerhitter-extraordinaire who graciously agreed to serve as official game arbiter, and in the process, transformed his inner athletic child into a sublime and irreproachable font of staggering neutral authority.
Indeed, I still get chills when I think of the raw certitude with which he barked out those preemptive bicker-killing calls, and even more majestic was the way in which his manly-man arms seamlessly switched between "the pull," "the push" and "the horn" of the umpire’s rich semiotic repertoire. Nevertheless, I think we all know that a person can be both certain and wrong, and thus I’m simply not going to be kept silent by my admittedly boundless admiration for this towering bedrock of our community. The hard reality is that Broh called me out at first base in a critical momentum-destroying play of the 2nd inning, and while I obviously respect his judgment, I think we also all know that I beat that throw by .00015 seconds.
That’s not a criticism, just a fact. A cold, hard fact that instantly triggers thoughts of Bradbury’s "Golden Apples of the Sun," and that stupid-ass kid who stepped off the path and on to that seminal little leaf, thereby changing the future forever in ways that neither Broh nor you could possibly understand. The point is that I obviously don’t do strained literary analogies, but just for the record, I know with every fiber of my being that had I not been unjustly stripped of my single that one fateful play, it would’ve been my team that edged out Frank’s, 41-5. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 3:50PM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
10/15/04
Softball: Dusk, Cold and Uncaring
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 3:50PM, and as of now, there are still five slots left. Please note that 3:50 is just like 4:07, except that it’s actually 17 minutes earlier. This is an important point given the annoying astronomical forces that progressively shorten our access to the nurturing salve of daylight.
$2 for the field/See ya Sunday….Raymond 845-7552
Softball: Sunday 2:58 PM No Time for Cowardice!!
Little time to write/Bill Nickel is driving up from Santa Cruz/I’ll be damned if you have to tell his grandkids that quote "Oh sure, he drove for two hours to get to the game, but we didn’t want to get our scalpy-poohs all misty." That’s totally lame and unacceptable/See you at Corornices at 3:50 unless real RAIN arrives/Check Kleeberger as back up if no one at Codornices/Courage/Football/Woolen mittens…Ray 845-7552
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