It has been a long time coming. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about saying something — coming clean — and just revealing this. Now, thanks to openly gay 12 year NBA veteran Jason Collins, I can finally reveal this tasteful nude photograph I paid $700 to have professionally taken in 1988.
I feel as if a indescribable weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
I’ve kept the photo in an old trunk in my attic. A trunk filled with memories from my 18 year MLB career, where I was blessed with the honor of playing in both Boston and New York, as well as the expansion Tampa Bay Devil Rays. The trunk, that has a deep, oaken smell to it, contains my 3,000th hit ball, my first pay stub from 1982, and a lock of hair I forcibly pulled out of the NYPD horse I rode after winning my first World Series. Every time I’d open that trunk, I’d see all these wonderful memories — and the photograph — and think to myself, “My legacy is not complete unless they know the truth.”
Thanks to NBA bigman Jason Collins becoming the first openly gay professional male athlete, I can let the world see this tasteful black and white composition.