 I feel like a magician who has gestured hypnotically and produced an elephant from thin air. I know I am not alone in my wonder. I know that rockets shoot off in half a hundred chests. The excitement of birthday mornings, Christmas eves, and hometown double-headers boils within each of my conspirators. Our secret rites have been performed with love, like delivering a Valentine to a sweetheart's door in that blue steel span of morning just before dawn.