Dear People,
There will hopefully be a game at peerless Bushrod Park this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are, shamefully, seven slots left. Seven! :-{…
Now look, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “But Ray, a hard rains a-gonna fall, and every meteorological site on earth is leaning heavily into their inner-childhood Dylan and predicting it’s going to start on Sunday!’ And yeah, that’s all true, but after consulting Chat GPT, Weather.com, the Latvian consulate in Livermore and Aristotle’s classic Statistics in Modern American Context, I now believe that there is a 50.01% chance that said drenching won’t arrive until at least 1:53 that afternoon!
SO, knowing that I would never risk exposing you to a heightened risk of flu, malaria, or carnivorous swamp lizards, have faith in the sun, stop dicking around, and tell me you’ll be there! You can also commit your non-community friends, nutso kin, and embittered ex-lovers, so long as they’re kindly and know what they’re doing.
Update by 10AM Sunday latest, and yeah, courage . . . Raymond 510-845-7552 / cell 510-677-8860