11/6/01
Softball: Hurling
Dear People,
Congratz to all on last Sunday’s subtly sapid 9-5 pitcher’s duel, laden as it was with the kind of rarefied athletic excellence that so appropriately served as a metaphorical bridge to that night’s fabulous season-ending world series game. Frankly, as impressed as I’ve been by Randy Johnson and Roger Clemens and all of those cuddly multibillion dollar salaried boys, the fact is that Peter’s 38-hit five-run pulverization of my own team is clearly a performance of comparable pitching dominance, and that is an objective reality whether the American people choose to acknowledge it or not.
Indeed, whenever I find myself at the batter’s box and I see his stern hazel oculi starring down at me from the pitcher’s mound, I become tremulous and frightened, and but for the granulated Prozac that I incessantly rub into my upper gums, I would probably crack under the pressure. Yet I honestly believe that a Johnson or Clemens would not have that kind of impact on me, even conceding that their pitches are about 85 miles an hour faster than his. No, there is something in Peter’s subdued and wobbly throw---born of the underhander’s craft---that carries the amorphous risk of a Newtonian menace out of all proportion to its suggestively genteel trajectory. And for that, I am humbled, grateful, and truth be told, inexplicably aroused.
In any case, and as most of you already know, ours is not a community that suddenly stops playing whenever a great game concludes "the season." That may be good enough for the professional classes, but as amateurs, we have a more enduring commitment than such ephemeral phenomena as autumn fruit, winter snow or the ghastly rutting of felines in heat. And therefore, there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…..Raymond
11/7/01
Softball: The Burdens of Guilt
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, but alas, all slots have already been taken. As you can imagine, this cruel imbalance in supply and demand is gnawing away at my brittle Hebraic conscience, but for the good of the greater aerobic whole, I will strictly adhere to the ruthless 22+ rule. As always, feel free to call for late cancels.
In you’re one of the chosen few, please bring $2 for the field, which for this week only, includes a delectable crayfish scone with paprika and kale….Ray 845-7552
PS: The park is not reserved afterward, so there will likely
be an ultimate game afterward to which all are welcome.
11/11/01
Softball: 9:45AM Sunday Morning: A Call for Nerves of Steel!
Dear People,
Yes, it rained hard last night, and the skies are still filled with somewhat embittered nimbostratus clouds, and the field is now a bit damp, but I have just returned from a quick excursion to Codornices, and I can assure you that her drainage is in wondrous form! The point is that if you committed to play but then crack from irrational fear, the terrorists will have won again, and I think we can all agree that is simply not acceptable.
Barring rain between now and then, see you at 11….Raymond
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