"An entertaining yet sobering description of the life and challenges of a female sportswriter, with insights into the Oakland Athletics and other professional teams. Recommended for most collections." -- Library Journal "Witty, insightful, articulate. If you have a daughter, let her read it. If you have a son, make him read it." -- Tacoma News Tribune Now in development for the silver screen with CBS Films! In the wee hours of the morning after sportswriter Susan Fornoff had received a gift-wrapped rat from Oakland A's slugger Dave Kingman, the phone in her hotel room rang. It was one of Kingman's teammates, calling to say, "Baseball is a fraternity, a fraternity of men. And you will never understand that or be a part of that because you are a woman." Kingman and friend might have been speaking for baseball management, male sportswriters and sports editors, and their teammates, for all of the daily sexism and frequent harassment Fornoff encountered on the beat. But it wasn't always difficult to be a woman in the quintessential men's world of professional sports -- sometimes it was fun. These handsome, rich, young men -- including Hall of Famers Reggie Jackson, Dennis Eckersley and Rickey Henderson, plus famed sluggers Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire -- often talked to Fornoff in a way they didn't talk to other writers, simply because she was a woman. Their insights gave her inside knowledge of the Oakland A's and an understanding of the baseball lifestyle that is uniquely personal. Fornoff, a pretty blonde then in her late 20s and early 30s, danced with manager Tony La Russa, sunbathed on pitcher Dave Stewart's yacht, drank woo-woos with players at a favorite Chicago watering hole. She tells what a female reporter really "sees" inside the locker room, what she learned traveling with a team, and, especially, how to become accepted as one of the guys without ever becoming one. Part memoir and part expose, this update on the original 1993 manuscript contains history and insight into the early days of women sports journalists making their way into men's locker rooms.