Softball: A Scholarly Review of Turkey
Dear People,
Jonny’s team seized a commanding early-inning 14-2 lead over my own, but then nearly lost it all under his utterly feckless leadership! Unfortunately, with the score tied at 16 in the bottom of the 8th, Matt drilled a brutal 3-RBI homer deep into the yak-rutting tundra beyond center right field, and thus despite our heroic determination, our indomitable spirit and our simple refusal to keel over and die, we ultimately keeled and keeled badly, 19-16.
The Mattmeister looked a bit guilty for all he had done, but I knew he had his reasons. “For six innings we were floundering,” he sheepishly told me after the game, “so I just felt that somebody on our side had to actually take charge.” Our grandchildren, of course, will simply learn that Jonny was the ‘triumphant captain,’ showing once again that when aerobic memory leaves History Station, it rarely travels with justice or merit.
And speaking of accuracy in historical narration, it turns out that tomorrow is the 386th anniversary of America’s first thanksgiving dinner, a bountiful New World feast in which a hearty group of disheveled English Pilgrims and their Wampanoag Indian hosts laid the foundations for the next four centuries of superb and symbiotic intercultural relations. Now I suppose that means that many of you will travel hundreds or even thousands of miles to join the usual coterie of extended-family nut-jobs that give your holidays cohesion and meaning. Fine, so be it.
Personally though, I happen to think that if we’re going to celebrate those gallant separatists who first came to El Cerrito in 1607, we need to acknowledge an inspiring truth; They didn’t leave Athens because they wanted democracy, or even because they thought the Church was corrupted beyond repair (like my Dell hard drive today). No, my friends, they came to the new world because by the early 17th century, Stick Ball was under the tyrannical yoke of the post-modern anti-steroidal nanny-state, and only here would their aerobic sticks swing proud and free. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at noon, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
11/22/07
Softball: Your Tryptophan Solution Sport
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at noon, and as of now it is full (just like your fowl-laden bellies, 10 hours from now). As always, please contact me ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and feel free to contact me later for reopened slots.
$3 for the field/Post-game frisbee 4 sure/Happy turkey to you and yours…Ray