11/21/12
Softball: Recreational Considerations on Turkish Cuisine
Dear People,
Chris Fure's team bushwhacked my own, 14-11, on a brisk post-torrential day in which the sting of our loss was somewhat mitigated by the moistened infield clays of sensual soiley renewal. Of course we're not mere worms, but actual human athletes, and perhaps if I hadn't been so distracted by the raw beauty of the land, my captainship wouldn't have been so totally feckless (That's not an easy thing for me to admit, but after decades of fruitful psycho-aerobic therapy, I can now do so with minimal wailing).
The point is that tomorrow is the 391st anniversary of the first Thanksgiving dinner in Colonial America, and so naturally I was thinking that I wouldn't even bother organizing a game. I mean I'm fully aware that many of you are leaving the Bay Area to celebrate with the usual assorted loony tunes that make up your extended family, and intensive exposure to such people will leave most of you too emotively drained to partake in anything physical. Look, I get it. But then I started to think about what I had written y'all on this very day in November 2000, and while I'm obviously not going to quote myself verbatim, I still happen to believe in the timeless logic of history's rich banquet…
“Few seem to remember that when Captain Miles Standish and Squanto rose to toast their good fortune on that frosty Plymouth evening in November 1621, both men agreed to a post-dinner match of exhilarating AAA Pilgrim Ball (a curious colonial pastime that most recreational historians now believe was an embryonic version of soccer, although it was actually played with darts). Unfortunately for the native Wampanoag, their team lost 10-8, and thus under the pre-game agreement, they and their relatives had to abandon all of New England by 1625. Nevertheless, the honored tradition of combining hearty fowl-based meals with vigorous exercise was firmly established, and I for one see no reason to discontinue it now.”
I realize that it's a dozen years later, but with all due modesty, I think those words still resonate. So yeah, you can choose to wait out the post-feast tryptophan while snoozing for days on end on your psychotic brother-in-law's soiled basement couch, or you can do what Captain Miles Standish would undoubtedly do if he hadn't had the misfortune of being born over 300 years before modern conveniences finally made life quasi-bearable. In fact, I have no doubt that he would choose to get off that disgusting lice-infested chesterfield, shake off the torpor and play a bracing game of softball with all of us, and frankly, I think I know that you know that Captain Kirk, Captain Kangaroo and the Captain & Tennille would all follow suit. And therefore there will be a game at Codorncies this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
11/23/12
Softball: Briefly, Post-Feast
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, 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.
$4 for the field/I'm so friggin' full/Goodnight….Raymond
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