Selfish Hedonist

When Ozzie comes to Chicago for the Gay Games in between stints in the Bronx and Detroit - two of our most important series of the first half, if not the year - I hope he takes the opportunity to watch me play, assuming I'm still alive in singles and/or doubles. Supposed to play in Evanston, I guess. Ozzie, here's the deal: you come watch me play, and stick around to discuss why you shouldn't be calling Jay Mariotti a fag in front of reporters, and I will buy a Guillen jersey and wear it at Market Days with pride. Fair enough?

Oh, and make sure you beat the pants off the Tigers when you're done with the Games.