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The Healer

It was a journey he had made countless times. The stadium lights were off, the last banged-up player bandaged, iced and sent home. Lindsy McLean would pull out of the deserted lot on Candlestick Point and snake the darkened streets of San Francisco. As he drove, his mind would pivot from one world to another. At the Sunday night services in the Castro, few knew or cared about his five diamond-and-gold-studded Super Bowl rings. At the stadium, few knew about the gay church.