Chapter 14
Bobby and Jason were squeezing into a parking space on Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive when I rode up to the softball fields in Golden Gate Park that afternoon, so I locked my bike to the backstop and strolled across the grass to meet them. Bobby buffeted the car in front and the car behind before he managed to get his Saab settled in the parking spot. He lived with his wealthy, older partner in Piedmont in the Oakland hills, and drove right past Jason’s Lake Merritt condo on his way to the park, so the two almost always arrived together.
“That’s why they call them bumpers,” Bobby called to me as he got out, then locked his door and came around to join me and Jason on the grass. One of the original organizers of the team about three years ago, Jason had a big canvas bag full of
