11/26/03
Softball: Turkeys
Dear People,
First off, I’m not "proud" of the fact my team lost 25-5, or that such a performance represents our community’s most ghastly aerobic whuppin’ in many a tumultuous moon. Still, I categorically reject the claim that my side was stacked with a sundry melange of athletic retardos, or that I somehow got confused, and thus balanced the teams for a friendly match of Trivial Pursuit rather than a fiercely competitive softball game. The simple reality is that chaos rears it’s inexplicable little head in all of life’s grand ventures, and regardless, HAD we played Trivial Pursuit, my side would have certainly beat the crap out of Jeremy’s. So yeah, this thrashing brought humiliation and sorrow, but as a team, we could still take great solace in our superior erudition.
In any case, I am well aware that many of you will be going away for the extended Thanksgiving weekend, and thus I had decided that I wouldn’t bother to organize a game. But then I started to think about what I had written you three years ago this very day, and while I’m obviously not going to quote myself verbatim, I would gently remind those who are about to leave for some sorry-ass family reunion that the roots of softball are profoundly steeped in the American tradition of gobbler and reflection. Indeed, as I told you back in the innocent day of Fall 2000….
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"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 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."
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Well, it’s three full years later, and I am more convinced than ever that if Standish and Squanto had not been stuck in the early 17th century, they would have enthusiastically embraced the notion of an email organized softball league. But of course, stuck they were, and thus while you might dismiss such musings as "speculative" or "asinine," I will continue to honor these towering giants of Rennaisance athletics. And therefore, there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11:00, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning….Raymond
11/28/03
Softball: More Warm Bodies
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11AM, and as of now there are, shamefully, a full seven slots left. You are therefore welcome to commit anyone you know, from annoying co-workers to cherished half-siblings finally out on probation.
Please bring $2 for the field, so that future generations can play and graze…Ray 845-7552
Softball: Sunday 9:40AM: No Turning Back!!
Yes, it drizzled while you slept, and it’s now grey, icy and dispicable outside. And yet as of 9:30, the field is open and totally playable (except for Center-right, which has a charming Evergladian feel)). And if we as a people are not the pure embodiment of fearless, stout resolve, then I don’t know what. Yeah, that’s right, then I don’t know what.
See you at at 11/No excuses/4 slots left/Bring me the warm bodies of 2 more commits….Ray
Softball: 10:15AM: Nevermind ;-(…
As you know, my heart cleaves open with the sorrow of 1,000 abandoned seal pups whenever I have to cancel a game (especially when I just told you to get your asses out there). But it is now raining hard and the field will soon be both dispicable and unplayable (and probably closed). Therefore, the game is CANCELLED.
Sincere apologies to those who got this message too late ;-(...Ray
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