NBA center Jason Collins today became the first active male athlete in American sports to come out. Here’s hoping fans and teammates are ready. Because there are more on the way.
If I had my way, someone else would have already done this. Nobody has, which is why I’m raising my hand.
I can’t wait to see this upcoming movie about Jackie Robinson and the integration of baseball. You’ll recognize Harrison Ford as Branch Rickey, a braver man than Indiana Jones, for Rickey decided–against the wishes of his fellow baseball executives–that racial segregation must end.
Who will be the Jackie Robinson for gay ballplayers? Maybe he’s already in the Major Leagues; maybe he’s in Little League. Let’s hope he has an easier time than Jackie.
I am delighted (and dazzled) by Stephen Karl’s take on Fontana in the new issue of The Adirondack Review.
While baseball stories have been told for more than a century, Fontana is an original… Martino dazzles with his use of language, of scene-setting and description in his debut novel.
Read the whole review here.
My just-published article for Outsports imagines the impact of a real-life Ricky Fontana. I describe how my novel—or an actual gay ballplayer—could expose the weakness of some bad ideas just as a clever pitcher cuts down his opponent. Stupidity strikes out.
This article arrives on the cusp of trying times for baseball. In a few weeks, we will read little about our game except that the players we loved ten years ago were cheaters in a hero’s uniform. Sportswriters will circle the quicksand that each year submerges them in sanctimony: the voting for the Baseball Hall of Fame. Pity them! Many (surely most) will have to justify excluding baseball’s greatest hitter, Barry Bonds, and arguably the best pitcher, Roger Clemens, because both used performance-enhancing drugs. The rest will have to explain to skeptical fans why they would give baseball’s ultimate honor to players who irreversibly skewed the game’s precious historical records.
Fans have been dogged for a decade by suspicions that any of their favorite players could be a fraud. The game hasn’t changed; drug testing reveals new cheaters every few weeks. Wouldn’t it be nice, we’ll say in December, to turn the page? I say there’s no better emblem for a new era than a gay player. Even if he hits .200 and quickly disappears to the minors, he would have done more for the game than Bonds or Clemens. I hope he’s on his way.
Says Michael Lyons in Toronto’s FAB magazine:
Think of Fontana as a modern-day Death in Venice on the baseball diamond. …. Fontana is well-written and very affecting and arouses a visceral reaction.
