11/18/15
Softball: The Role of Individuals in the Athletic Gestalt
Dear People,
Mike Davey's team pounded my own into degrading aerobic submission, 21-14, but in the end, this chilling post-storm fracas was less about two discrete contingents than it was a tale of two specific players and the fervor they unleashed-against each other, the peeps they represented and the very concept of the dispositive communal whole. Yeah, I refer you to the top of the 5th, with two outs, two on and my side still clinging to a somewhat unseemly 16-2 deficit.
It initially appeared as if our first true rally was about to ignite as Chris Fure let rip a searing 90MPH grounder heading straight toward deep center right, yet in an act that defied the most basic laws of kinesio-physics, Ali dove five feet parallel to the ground, snagged the darting orb in question and then pivoted on her belly before making the perfect throw to 1st to end our comeback cold. It was, more than anything, a stern and chilling message that pity hath no place in the crafting of a blowout.
Chris, of course, was clearly shaken by all that stolen glory, but alas, it proved to be only the beginning. Over the next three innings, Ali blasted two taunting line drives toward the Furinator that starkly exposed him as her tragic aerobic inverse-Indeed, his fielding was tentative, unfocused and utterly feckless. Moreover, he grounded out to her one more time before it was all over, and thus while I don't like to use curse words, I think it's fair and even necessary to say that for the duration of that match, Ali had made Chris nothing less than her own recreational litch (To be sure, he was both Loser and Bubbeleh, and if my coinages are unnervingly blunt in their precise semantic blend, then so be it).
The point is that our pastime is and always will be an endeavor of two communal wholes. Yet every so often, the fate of entire teams will rest on the grueling battle of a single pair of athletes who metaphorically emerge as either the blazing rockets boosters or punctured flat tires of their respective ensembles. So yeah, I'm not going to deny that “Mike Davey's team beat mine,” but I think we all know that it was Davey's side that had the liquid hydrogen while my side was stuck with the listless little bitch. And therefore there will be a game at Codonices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning . . . Raymond
11/19/15
Softball: Relaxants
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday 11, and as of now it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and if you still want in, feel free to get on the wait list or contact me later for news of reopened slots.
Please bring $4 for the field, which for this week only includes a rare waiver of the usual post-match indulgence tax on all your cigars and whiskey . . . Ray
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