I was me. I was being introduced by Chris Merrill at Prairie Lights. I was about to give a reading.
In reality, I joked that I was a 'free agent' in the Friday afternoon workshop that the International Writing Program offers. By 'free agent', I meant that I did not belong to any organization and was sitting in on the class for my own edification.
Chris Merrill introduced me as the "A-Rod of 'free agent' poets in Iowa City."
After stepping up to the podium, I said I was more like the Andruw Jones of free agent poets: "Nobody wants me, but that doesn't make me any less awesome." The crowd laughed.