Softball: The Harsh Implications in a Straining of Quorum
Dear People,
Anthony’s team pulverized my own 17-7, but just for the record, we held them to a measly two-run lead until the top of the 9th, and more importantly, had Matt not hit three home runs, two doubles, 85 RBIs and a triple Lutz with a clean toe pick on the outside edge, my side would’ve kicked their fortuitous little asses. That’s not abstract speculation, but just a fact, and being the epistemologically savvy people that we are, I think we all know what the difference is.
In any case, the hard reality is that this particular game was a real Gevaldikeh Zach to organize, and I’m not saying that just because I had a sudden craving to tap deep into my Ashkenazi roots. The fact is that I got three last-minute flu-laden cancels that plunged our roster to a mere 17 athletes, and while I scrambled to fill our ranks, my frantic trolling was all for not (or naught, or knot; I really don’t no).
Indeed, I called no fewer than 10 of you that morning, pleaded with a group of over 25 soccer players when I got to the park and continued to harangue a dozen or so passers-by even after the game started, and yet not one person agreed to play with us. Indeed, among the hostile soccerists, several scoffed, a couple scowled, and one snidely told me that he’d get a better aerobic workout by smoking weed in his backyard hammock. Maybe, maybe not, but I happen to take a certain pride in knowing that I’m part of the most disdained athletic community on the face of the earth, and therefore there will be a game at Grove this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . . Raymond
10/16/09
Softball: Coddled
Dear People,
There will be a game at Grove this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are still four slots left.
Please bring $4 for the field, which, as always, includes complimentary champagne, artisanal twinkies and limo service, both to and from the park. . .Ray 845-7552