As a young boy, I followed the Red Sox. I would fall asleep listening to the radio broadcast of a game. Because of that, and the fact that my room was on the third floor of our house, my Christmas gift one year was a clock radio. This was not to remind of the time of the game, but to remove the need of mother climbing the stairs to turn off the radio each night. Soon after, I lost interest in baseball and developed an interest in the Bruins, whose games were not broadcast. At the time, they had the distinction of being the worst team in a league of six teams. Times were different. Even then, the President was criticized for playing golf.
The only thing that this has to do with the following piece by Gail Collins is that we both mention the Red Sox. As always, she is insightful, entertaining, and able to ridicule someone without sounding negative.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.