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Loving Baseball — World Headquarters of Me pg215
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
They liked the gymnasium murals well enough to commission more logos and graphics in the boxing training facility next door. That extra week saw me working in a front office with friendly men who chatted me on and off. It was comfortable up on my ladder until something kind of strange happened. I usually fit in as ‘one of the guys’ in most situations, but there is always a line inappropriate to push past — more intuitive than blatant. There is a similar line among women across which men aren’t warmly welcomed, either. Maybe sexist, maybe not, but when nobody offered me tickets to an A’s game I started to wonder. Other contractors were getting them. The owner of this sports training facility was one of the owners of the team, so tickets floated around.
Eventually (finally!) the manager asked if I would like to go to that evening’s Oakland A’s game?
I looked down from my ladder and gushed, “I would love to. Thanks!”
“Great. You’ll need to ride on the bus of children and help supervise them.” — From Chapter 11
The image today is the only mural I was commissioned to paint on a fence. Prepping cinderblock for artwork takes days, but my quixotic client didn’t flinch at the…
