Dear People,
There will hopefully be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and of now there are two slots left. Two!
First things first: Rumors are swirling of tumultuous rain this weekend, and that may be true, but my contacts at the weather desk at the Maldivian consulate in Hayward insist that it will basically all be over come semi-sunny Sunday morn.’ That’s of significant import, since Codornices has drainage to die for, and so while I will never expose you to the unreasonable perils of malaria or sturgeon ambush, I am guardedly optimistic that the game is going to happen. Regardless, you will need to check email that morning, and in the meantime, assume nothing and be prepared to boogie.
If we do play, please bring $5 for the field, which is a small price to pay for the joy of frolicking outside to the sound of aphids, fluffy-backed tit-babblers, and lingering distant thunder . . . Raymond 510-845-7552 / cell 510-677-8860
PS: It turns out that sleepy father Brian Harding led me astray a few days ago, for in fact Lochlan McIver Harding was born at 3AM on the morning of Monday, April 6th, and not Sunday, April 5th! This is no big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it does mean that when the game for Sunday, April 5th, 2037 soon rolls around, there will undoubtedly be a cornucopia of recreational attorneys and scholars who will no doubt be causing an inscrutable brouhaha over tensions between well-settled law (the absolute league minimum for these games is 11), and basic human decency (The Lochster will be 11 the very next day). God, I love bitterly intense litigation.
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