My husband and I used to joke about having a 90s family. And when Rei wrote a diary titled "Late At Night, Gripped With Fear, I Drove Without Telling Anyone," I commented about my family. BobSmith415 begged me to diary my story, so now I am.
I met my husband in the early 90s. Our meeting was a great sports story. He was a married sportswriter, and he called me from a Final Four (that he was just attending, not covering) because he had been shifted to the Features Department briefly and was working on a piece about fantasy baseball leagues. I happened to be the commissioner of the Manuel's League, which included a number of Atlanta Journal-Constitution reporters. He figured it would be easy, but, knowing he couldn't actually quote anyone from the paper, he called me. During the interview, he asked me how it was being the female commissioner of a fantasy league. I told him I liked to tell people I drafted my team based on cuteness. But, I noted, I had Chris Sabo (a rather homely Reds third baseman) on my team, so, clearly that was a joke. When the article came out, it quoted me thusly, "[Atlantajan], the Marge Schott of the Manuel's League, drafts her team based on cuteness."
I was, to say the least, frosted.
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