10/18/06
Softball: Discursive by Design
Dear People,
In a grueling battle of majestic pitching dominance, Jeff W’s team beat my own 39-26, but I can assure you the score is deceptive, irrelevant and utterly delinked from the broader reality of the game in question. Ultimately, this was a match about character, not runs, as seen by the fact that as early as the 3rd inning, my team faced a bitter 14-4 blowout, yet we soon clawed our way back into a 14-12 spine-tingler.
In the 6th, we once again looked into a dignity-crushing abyss as we faced a 22-12 rout, this time because Ellen was now sporting that same gorgeously unruly mane of zeitgeist-defining hair, just as she had back in the giddy summer of ’67 (which explains why our distracted outfielders had already let four Ellenific superblasts sail over their bewildered little heads). Flower power, indeed.
In any case, we fought our way back yet again, and thus by the top of the 7th, we held a fragile 22-22 lead. Naturally, we didn’t want to be disrespectful and pre-maturely break the pattern, so we did our part by totally collapsing in the bottom of the 8th, but unfortunately, our third rally had yet to begin when the match suddenly ended after just 8 and a 1/2. The point is that in looking at the grand gestalt of the aerobic whole, my side did not “lose” so much as it simply ran out of innings. I suppose that’s just semantics, but as the community historian, I have to call it as it is.
And speaking of history, it turns out that this weekend is the 195th anniversary of the birth of the great Hungarian composer Franz List, whose stirring Concerto Pathétique is the official classical theme song of half this league’s players. No, I know I won’t find Liszty on any of your iPods or Youtube or the other digital toys that supposedly make us so modern, but I have no doubt that back in 1967, before Ellen ever hit her first home-run, she would secretly supplement her Sgt Pepper’s and Blonde on Blonde with a little sassy sonata from the Lisztmesiter himself. And therefore, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning, AND I’m not arbitrarily arrested, labeled an enemy combatant, water-boarded, tried and disappeared, all under the sagacious authority of the current Unitary Executive Bozo, there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM…Raymond
10/20/06
Softball: A Plausible Path to Fame
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now, there are still two slots left.
Please bring $3 for the field, which for this week only includes a guaranteed Wikipedia entry on you and you alone, meticulously researched and written by yours truly, so long as you hit EITHER five garden-variety homers OR one mega-homer over the reservoir fence and into the gated butter gardens of the bourgeois estates above…Raymond
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