For years, Tom Donnelly has had this fantasy. He presents it as a novel he'd like to write: The Olympics are in Philadelphia, the track and field competition at Franklin Field. The top 1,500-meter runner in the world, a Philly kid, has a coach, but he's never met the guy. This anonymous mentor delivers instructions through a series of cryptic messages.
"I guess now you'd go through e-mail," Donnelly said.
The Philly kid wins a gold medal.
"He comes back on the [Market Street] El," Donnelly said, and here Donnelly assumed the role of the shadowy coach. "I see him on the El. I know who he is. He doesn't know who I am. Like around 56th Street, something like that, I just go by. I sort of whisper something like, 'You should have started kicking with 200 to go.' I walk out. The guy looks at me. That's the end of the thing. I go walking out with the crowd."