(Like most geeks, I suffer a fabulous range of breathing disorders).
As I milled among the other journalists — many of them hardened war correspondents and military geeks — I was repeatedly congratulated on my good fortune.
And, just so you don't think I've become one of those mono-obsessive pseudo-fanboy geeks, I also do other drawings for The New Yorker that have nothing to do with His Blessed Flying Steeliness, like this one:.
I must confess that, instead, I wound up watching some of the previous evening's Federer-Roddick match again, in order to hear Andre Agassi's guest commentary, which various tennis geeks I know had been chattering about, and which, by being at the Open, I'd missed.
And, just so you don't think I've become one of those mono-obsessive pseudo-fanboy geeks, I also do other drawings for The New Yorker that have nothing to do with His Blessed Flying Steeliness, like this one: Show me the funny!
And, just so you don't think I've become one of those mono-obsessive pseudo-fanboy geeks, I also do other drawings for The New Yorker that have nothing to do with His Blessed Flying Steeliness, like this one: Jack Ziegler is a cartoonist.
