Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now it’s already full. As always, please let me know ASAP if you committed and need to cancel, and if you still want in, feel free to get on the waitlist or contact me later for news of reopened slots.
Please bring $5 for the field, which, for this week only, includes my personal pledge to pass on the torch for the management of this league to a younger and more vibrant generation sometime before my excess drooling taints our impeccable aerobic brand . . . Raymond 510-845-7552 / cell 510-677-8860
PS: Last week after the ultimate game, Jim picked up a large, thick, and white sweatshirt with a flying tomato-baseball design on its front. If this is yours, tell me now before it flies away forever!
PPS: Since several people have asked me what the Wanker-Crusher photos of the yellow duplex that now serves as a Montessori School were in yesterday’s email, here’s the scoop: The upstairs of that building, on Bancroft a couple blocks East of San Pablo, was the childhood home of the next American President (guardedly optimistic fingers crossed), from ages 6-12.
PPPS: Excellent news: The pissant splinter that was trapped deep in the bottom of my left foot just below my pinkie toe was removed at Kaiser Oakland yesterday after a mere 90 minutes of my podiatrist digging around trying to find it, and I’m delighted to report that I neither fainted nor threw up. #WeschlerStrong.