Softball: Time Passages
Dear People,
Frank’s team beat my own in a glorious 10-inning paragon of raw competitive excellence, 16-15. That it was the Frankensteiner himself who both pitched the duration and blasted the final game-winning hit only adds to the majesty of his deeply nuanced leadership, and that it all happened in the final match of this utterly annoying decade shows that despite my A.D.D., these weekly emails have a robust narrative arc that does not stray from life’s most basic temporal markers. No, I don’t know what that means, but my brother’s a writer and I certainly intend to find out.
I mention this because we’ve just gone through another 10 unseemly years of unaffiliated email-organized softball, and thus we can soon say goodbye to the sassy Aughts (or the Naughts, or the 2000s, or perhaps the PrePubertals). And yet as we move into an exciting new era, I think we need to ask ourselves an admittedly awkward but necessary question. To wit: Is it now time for us to move on to the objectively more dignified pastime of Nude Greco-Roman Chess Boxing? (No, I’m not being “rhetorical”—See...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chess_boxing).
I honestly don’t know, but I do believe that if we’re to continue progressing as an intellectually honest people, we need to at least consider other forms of vigorous physical release (what the Brits refer to as “the fitness arts,” the French see as “Le Joie de L’aerobique,” and what Jonny simply calls “cuffing the carrot”). The point is that we’re not getting any younger, and to be sure, the centuries all blend. Fair enough, but as long as I am in charge of your cardiovascular health, we will move forward as a community, look the aging process straight in its despicable eye, and subject it to a ceaseless weekly round of good ’ol fashioned whoop-ass. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning. . .Raymond
12/30/09
Softball: Quickly from Boalt
Dear People,
There will 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 feel free to contact me later for news of reopened slots.
If climatic conditions are ambiguous, you will need to check email that morning (around 10ish), and of course, because we are a hearty lot of rarified stoic resolve, never assume we’re not playing.
$4 for the field/Happy New Decade to you and yours…Ray