I don't know what I've been smoking, how I've changed, or what's in my Kool-Aid, but I've been avidly watching the World Series. I think it began b/c the Wolf, aka my brother, is a huge fan. On the night of the first game of the series, I was outside Yankee Stadium. Inside the madness. Blue and white as far as the eye could see. A buzzing, brimming, bobbing sea of humanity all focused on one thing and one thing only; the game! And all of a sudden, I became a fan.
I walked over to a vendor selling souvenir caps. I asked, how much. He grunted, 20 bucks. I said, how about ten? He smiled, waited a moment and said, How about you go across the street and pay 25 bucks, and five bucks for a cup of coffee while you're at it. I smiled back. Total New York moment. I forked over the money. Surely this will be a talisman, I thought, a good luck charm that I will mail to the Wolf.
At home, I turned on the game, for the first time in my life. Was mesmerized by the Phillie's pitcher, Cliff Lee. Swooosh. He threw the ball. Swwwiiinng---- Jeter, Matsui, Damon, A-Rod, all the Yankee superstars struck out. Who was this man? He dominated the game like a magician, like he was high on crack, like he was king. The Yanks never had a chance. Now I'm hooked. Game 4 tonight and you better believe I'll be there. They're up by three games. If I mail the hat to the Wolf in time, I believe they'll go all the way.
Creator and co-author of the award winning The Erotica Project. Author of erotic short stories published on Salon.com. Producer/author for NPR. MA from NYU. Published by Cleis Press, Seal Press, Heinemann Press, New York Press. Reviewed in NYTimes, Village Voice, Art in America, London Sunday Times.