Dear People,
There will hopefully be a game at wondrous Bushrod Park this Sunday at 11, and as of now, there are two slots left. Two!
Now look, I’m well aware that rumors are swirling of some kind of sicko atmospheric pineapple twister-river over the weekend, but every fiber of my climatological gut says that the predicted rain on Sunday isn’t arriving until later that afternoon, and given Bushrod’s heroic drainage, I think we got this! Maybe.
In any case, assume nothing and monitor email starting late Saturday afternoon since as always, if there’s any way to make this safely happen, I will do so. Of course, as hydrophilic as we are by both birth and temperament, I will never subject you to the unreasonably heightened risks of malaria, bog breath, or unforeseen sturgeon ambush.
Believe . . . Raymond