Originally posted at the deus ex machina complex (and other theories).

- Author: Bill Konigsberg
- Title: Out of the Pocket
- Publisher: Dutton
Oh, Renay, you say. Not another coming out novel. Do we really need another one? Is it necessary to tread this ground over and over and over? Yes, cynical observer! It is necessary and will continue to be necessary until things like Day of Truth, which I will not link because I am against raising the Google Rank of complete bigots, cease to exist.
I put forward the claim that Bill Konigsberg was quite justified in this simple tale of misery, panic, change, and growth; these problems aren’t gone and he highlights many of the places in our society they still exist: high school is just one of them. They won’t be gone for a long time, especially in professional male sports. Konigsberg confronts the fact that yes, there are people that will out, and out proudly, and not regret their actions, and will do it to feel more important or gain something from another person’s suffering. Out of the Pocket reminded me of how people consider celebrities to be public property (see: Oh No They Didn’t!) in a way—if someone is in this particular social position, does it mean we deserve to know everything about them? This and more if you read this book with bonus subtle romance. Sign up now while supplies last!
Bobby Framingham is the star quarterback of the Durango Bulldogs, in the prime social spot of his senior year. He has high hopes for his future with different college football teams (although his dream is Stanford) and from the outside his life looks perfect. In reality, though, Bobby is dealing with his recent acceptance of being gay, affection from a girl he can’t respond to and his fears of telling the truth, problems at home he doesn’t quite understand and the fact that he’s the leader of his entire football team—not to mention he’s dealing with learning a tough new formation he can’t quite get a handle on. Bobby carries the weight of the teams successes and failures around on his shoulders and quite a bit of his self-esteem rides on how well he does on the field and the opinions his teammates and coach hold of him. Much of the drama comes from Bobby struggling with the masquerade of heterosexuality inside a social structure that expects him to fulfill a specific masculine role. Bobby’s future rides on getting into a good school with his football skills; he doesn’t know what being gay would mean, or how to be himself yet still play professionally. The “pocket” described in the title refers to the pocket of protection the quarterback has behind the offensive line of his teammates. When he’s outed by a selfish reporter looking for an easy in to university, shoved out of the metaphorical pocket of safety his life has afforded him, things quickly spiral out of control at school, at home and in the media.
I have started having a thing for sports books. I blame Chris Crutcher, who writes awesome stories about characters who enjoy sports and excel at them. I wasn’t as sure about this football story; I worried the metaphor might go too far, but there was no reason to bother because the story uses the sport as a vehicle for the other things going on. The sports talk did go over my head sometimes, especially during Bobby’s games—the tier formation he struggles with was hard to visualize, but easy enough for me to understand. Bobby fails to see the benefits and the support the formation provides him much like he confides in his homosexuality initially to all the wrong people who break his trust, shut him out and abuse the knowledge, instead of the people who could offer proper support. One of my favorite side characters was Carrie, beautiful and smart and totally ready to take her relationship with Bobby to the next level because Bobby was simply too afraid to trust her with the truth. She was headstrong, hilarious, just as confused as Bobby and equally as weird to people around Bobby who couldn’t understand their friendship.
Carrie was there. She hated football but sometimes she came to my games. She came up behind me and placed her chin on my neck. “That was one of the finest basketball games I’ve ever seen,” she said. I turned to her and smirked.
“Hockey,” I corrected.
“Look, I may be white, but the name-calling is totally out of place,” she said, kissing me on the cheek and heading toward her car. She’s so weird. I love her.
Everything in Bobby’s life seems to come to a head at the same time as his outing and dealing with the media; his relationship with Carrie and his teammates, the trouble at home, and the fact that Bobby meets someone. This romance, unexpected and sweet, didn’t overshadow anything else. It didn’t make his life harder; if anything, it’s part of Bobby’s support structure. I loved that his first relationship was portrayed so positively. It wasn’t perfect and Bobby was unsure of himself in a lot of ways, but it was a great way to show Bobby that he could be happy—that being gay didn’t have to mean he couldn’t love sports, since the other guy loved sports and played them, too.
About five minutes before the bell, as I walked toward the main doors, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped, tense. I turned and saw it was Bryan. I tried to smile, but it probably wasn’t the best smile ever, because he looked concerned. “Oh my god, what happened?”
I looked at him and felt, for the first time in twenty-four hours, a slight slow in my heartbeat. Calm in the storm. I was so relieved to see his face. I told him the whole story, including how my mom freaked out, and he held my eye contact and listened to me. He told me that he was there for me, whatever I needed.
There is a lot of privilege in this book—privilege of being white, of being male, of being talented enough at a sport to make a career, but it’s really interesting to me that with all those things benefiting Bobby, his sexuality might keep him down outside his hometown, which is really intriguing—being gay in team sports is still such a stigma that not even white guys can get a free pass. In the end there’s no resolution for the point the book makes several times—openly gay players in professional team sports are non-existent. I’m not surprised to any degree about that, and it left me with a bittersweet feeling as I finished the story. That’s not a spoiler; it’s quite obvious there are no openly gay men in the NFL, for one thing—the entire world would have heard about it, more’s the pity that it would be news, but it trails from the book’s resolution like a drawn out question mark—even though he ends up content, does Bobby change his world? How long will it take him?
How long will it take us?

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