Softball: Xmas (The Staggering Power of Prenuptial Incentivization)
Dear People,
After nine long months, Jonny flew 8,000 miles from Melbourne to be part of our joyous aerobic bacchanal, and as the galvanizing beacon of my own team, his mere arrival at the field made me nearly giddy with pre-game confidence. Of course delusional is the love that’s spawned from extended stays away, and thus in retrospect, it’s perhaps not surprising that his hitting was tepid, his fielding was jejune, and ultimately, his much anticipated presence was an utterly feckless force of zero inspirational value. Yeah, Chris Fure’s side ravaged my own, 27-16, and while “blame” can never be ascribed to any one player, I think we all know that it actually can.
In any case, the game’s real galvanizing beacon was Tom Bilyard, whose shocking 400-foot blast to the yak-laden tundra beyond left field was one of the longest, highest and sassiest homers in the history of our community. Of course Billiard Boy had every motivation to flex his beautiful British loins, for cheering him on in the bleachers was his lovely bride-to-be!
Anne later confided in me that if Tom had not distinguished himself, she might have felt too awkward or demoralized to go through with the wedding. But distinguish himself he did, and thus these two towering symbols of the nuanced interplay between email-organized sport and young English love will tie the knot next week! I get chills just thinking about it, and while I’ve been told it’s going to be an intimate little ceremony at San Francisco City Hall, I can’t imagine that they’d object if just a few dozen of us showed up with some bats, balls and fresh buttered popcorn. Spread the word!
The point is that this Friday is the 2,114th anniversary of the birth of the inimitable Jesus Christ (give or take a decade), and so naturally I was assuming that we wouldn’t have a game this week. But then I started thinking about the three wise guys and how at least one of them is believed to have hailed from Yemen, which at the time was a thriving center of frankincense, myrrh and ancient Hebraic stick ball. I think you see where I’m going with this, and therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11 (for Jesus the Lordmeister, Tom the Betrothed and Jonny the Ineffectual), IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
PS: Merry Jewish Christmas. . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8LmMtScH3g
12/25/09
Softball: Luxe
Dear People,
There will (probably) be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now it is full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and for those still wanting in, feel free to contact me later for news of reopend slots.
According to Yahoo Weather, there is a chance of showers throughout the weekend, and thus if it rains a lot between now and then or climatic conditons are ambiguous, you will need to check email that morning. Assume nothing, for as you already know, we are a stout and water-resisitent people by both birthing and temperment (sort of).
This week’s field fee is just $4, and because it’s the last game of the decade, that includes both valet parking and private VIP check-in next to the infield drinking fountain. . .Raymond 845-7552
12/27/09
Softball: Sunday Morning: 9:55AM: Playable!
Dear People,
Codornices is damp and a bit puddled in places, but she is also verdant, glorious and draining as we speak!
Jonny and I will be there at 10:45, bucketing out home plate, and while not required, I can think of no greater way to display your aerobic love then showing up early with the appropriate hoes (yeah, hoes), sponges and selfless determination.
See you at 11/One slot now open…Ray