I'm working on a Trib piece about sports novels wherein I mention Mike Lupica's new novel, Fantasy League, which is Moneyball for minors. It involves a genius kid whose ability to pick 'em helps a struggling NFL team.
But Lupica is a good writer and the book reminded me of a fantasy I used to have when I was little, involving me saving the day. I used to pretend that things had gotten so desperate for the Cougars that the Coach had no choice but to look up into the stands and signal for me to put on a helmet, join him on the football field, and reveal to a stadium of very (!) surprised fans all of my sweet, sweet moves.
Many years laters I was interested to learn that Jennifer Allen, daughter of the late George Allen and author of Fifth Quarter, used to have the exact same fantasy, because you know how third-grade girls are.
All kickass when it comes to helping the paterfamilias.