Softball: A Tale of Resolve and Innovation
Dear People,
Let the record show that just as we arrived to play, the azure blue sky turned grey and a contemptible, steady drizzle soon soaked our weary bones. There were 20 of us when it began, and as the plummeting droplets intensified in both count and girth, many began the dispiriting trek back home. The situation seemed all but hopeless, and once again I found myself pondering the starkest of cosmological questions, such as if there is a God, why is he such a softball-hostile jerk off?
In the minutes that followed, the majority of us stayed patiently put and huddled together for warmth and sustenance. Time passed slowly, but the drizzlage soon slowed to a barely perceptible mist and the nimbostratus clouds above suddenly brightened anew. There was an eerie calm, and as if on cue, a feral 'coon brayed in the distance. There were only 14 of us left, but it was decided; We would play, and we would play with zeal, and because Chris Fure would set the rules for this icy and highly under-quorumed endeavor, we would frolic well outside the box of both tradition and decency. I still feel tawdry.
In any case, we divided into three confused teams of 5 players each (we seduced a perfectly innocent passer-by who I assume is now scarred for life), and then proceeded to rotate between the outfield, infield and batter's box. Initially I felt exhilarated as my side took a commanding 3-0-0 lead, but we soon lost our mojo, and six distorted innings later, we went down in trilateral flames, 15 to 14 to &Mac185; (as in pi, or the approximation of pie, or perhaps German Chocolate Loser Cake).
The point is that we may allow ourselves to be kicked off our homeland or scatter in panic whenever it rains or resort to shamelessly lurid rules whenever we fail to have a minimum number of players, but in the end, if we can play, we do play, and in that sense, I believe we are the most admirable shoal of athletes on the face of this planet. Of course I understand why some of you would not want to be publicly associated with any of this, which is why I can assure you that your role in these games will never end up in either the New York Times or Der Spiegel. Yeah, I'm all about the discretion, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
12/10/20
Softball: Healthful
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still four slots left. If it rains between now and then, you'll need to check email that morning, but that's not gonna happen. Indeed, I will now go out on a limb and tell you with an uncanny prescience bordering on the divine that Sunday will be gorgeous.
This week's field fee is just $4, and that includes a post-match sauerkraut tart cooked in Riesling wine and juniper berries…Raymond 845-7552
12/12/10
Softball: Sunday 10AM: Onward!...
The field is a bit damp but superb and while the closed sign is still up from Friday, the idea of anybody from the city coming out and actually kicking us off is so offensive to recreational justice that I'm going to (almost) guarantee that it's simply not going to happen.
See ya at 11…Raymond