Academic journal article The Mailer Review

Norman Mailer, Baseball Man

Academic journal article The Mailer Review

Norman Mailer, Baseball Man

Article excerpt

IN FEBRUARY OF 2004 MY PARENTS HAD A RECEPTION AT our house for Norman Mailer, who was speaking at the University of South Florida. I had never met Mr. Mailer before the party, but felt that I knew a little about him since my Dad talked about him all the time. I was pretty excited that Norman Mailer would be at my house. My eighth-grade English teacher thought it was a big deal when I told him about it.

I was thirteen years old at the time and most of my life was baseball. I was a pitcher and played on two teams, two seasons a year for a total of nearly 100 games a year. The day of the party our team won and I had pitched.

It was about 9:00 o'clock when my coach dropped me off at home. I was still sweaty in my uniform. The house was crowded, about forty people, and everyone was standing around Mr. Mailer, who was sitting on our couch talking to a guest. When my Dad saw me, he called me over and took me up to meet Mr. Mailer. I had never met someone of his stature before and I was pretty nervous. I was also embarrassed that I had my uniform on, but my Dad insisted that Mr. Mailer wouldn't care. "Just don't say anything bad about the Red Sox," he warned me. "Mr. Mailer lives in Massachusetts." (My family has been rabid Chicago White Sox fans for generations.)

Mr. Mailer and I shook hands. I didn't know what to say but it didn't make any difference. Mr. Mailer looked carefully at my uniform and said that he had been a Brooklyn Dodgers fan growing up. …

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.