My Bucket List
Mavericks, in Half Moon Bay, Calif., a half-hour south of San Francisco is one of the best large-size surf breaks in the world. As I can barely stand on two feet of warm Atlantic mush, the idea of surfing one of the most radical waves in all of wavedom is thrilling, and fantastical. I also think it would be an effective way to deal with one of my phobias: fear of death.
The Sunfish is one of the simplest and most elegant boat designs ever and a low-tech pleasure. I love the idea of sailing with no itinerary, just beaching the boat each night, setting up camp, catching a fish for dinner, and moving on, like a modern-day Thoreau, albeit with a credit-card and cell phone.
I'd like to be a fly-on-the-wall in the locker room at an NCAA championship men's basketball game at halftime in a tied game. With permission to write about everything I see and hear. I think the mix of Xs and Os
Preferably, I'd deliver a game-winning hit off the bench in a major-league baseball game. I have a recurring dream/nightmare in which I'm on the 1990 Phillies and every day I check the lineup card and every day I'm not listed. I'm on the team, but not doing anything to earn my keep. Very frustrating. If I could get just one at-bat, I think maybe I could bury that nightmare forever. A hit, of course, is better than a strike-out looking. Also, one at-bat would get you into the
Now this is asking a lot, possibly even more than the goal to surf Mavericks, as my best game is maybe 172 and I roll the ball dead straight. But there are so few things that one can do perfectly, and rolling 300 is one of them. I also think that, with instruction and lane time, the ordinary bowler has a much better chance of narrowing the gap with the world's best bowlers than one would have the chance to do with most other individual sports.
The best event I ever attended was Pakistan-India men's field hockey at the 1996 Olympics. I'm not an ardent follower of men's field hockey, but I got swept up in the excitement: 50,000 screaming fans on a sultry Atlanta day, unwilling to sit down for even a minute. It didn't matter if you didn't know the name of a single player, you left drenched.