September 16, 2009
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Forward By Bill Walton. Wait. Nobody Likes Bill Walton, Not Even Bill Walton
I’ve been reading a book recently that I’m almost done with about NBA referee Bob Delaney. Ok, so perhaps you aren’t a basketball fan. In fact, I pretty confident that I can say with near certainty that nobody who reads me is a NBA or at least not a fan as big as I am. So you might be saying to yourself, “Mark, (at which point I will correct you and tell you that Mark is my twin brother’s fucking name, shame on you for not knowing my name) why the fuck are you posting about some guy who is an NBA ref? Sure the book might be kinda interesting, but why the hell would to dedicate a whole post to it, after all I’m a busy person and I have 12 other Xangas to pretend to skim through and not leave a comment?” Well first of all that was one hell of a long thought, but notice, I remembered to use quotations for the whole thing, please acknowledge and give me the credit I so richly deserve!
Second, would you just listen to me for one flippin minute before telling me to go to hell? Just give me a chance to tell you about the book. That’s it, take your hand off the mouse and and put your other hand down from flipping off the screen at me. This is something you very well might find interesting. And not just interesting, but VERY interesting. And not just VERY interesting, but damn near captivating. Turns out that before Delaney was an NBA ref, he was a New Jersey state trooper. And not just a NJ state trooper, but one who infiltrated the mafia! See, now there, ain’t that interesting? Ok, so maybe the mob still isn’t your thing, you can at least appreciate how fucking nuts it is to go from being undercover in the mob to being a NBA referee in front of 20,000 people every night. That my friends, takes a set of nuts bigger than basketballs!
The book is only about 260 pages or so long, its not a bad read at all, unlike the other book I posted about back in the spring, the 800 page “Legacy of Secrecy” which wasn’t bad, but just very very long and at times boring. Not this book though, it is short, gripping and is hard to put down, unless of course you get distracted by internet porn. My brother was at my house a couple weeks ago and he read about 10 pages and insisted that I let him borrow it.
And don’t let the forward by Bill Walton scare you off. Turns out you can skip the foward and go straight to the book!
By the way, the book is named Covert. And here is the really funny part about the name of the book. His undercover name was Bobby Covert! I swear that I am not making that up.
Comments (3)
Hey I like basketball. The Mavs never do much good, but sometimes they get far. I grew up with sporty brothers and Reese is a superfan. So he makes me watch games with him. I like your writings, its very anti stereotypes, ya know?
I can’t read books. I have the attention span of a gnat. I can read what other people have to say about the books, though. And I love basketball, not so much the NBA, because it doesn’t really seem like basketball anymore. (How many steps did he just take?) It’s gotten kind of…well, I won’t say it, lol. They always made me play at the gym and just stand under the basket. That was fun.
I only just realised that I wasn’t subscribed to you. I thought you only came on rarely, and even then to read other blogs. Oops. Im sorry. But Im all subb’d now XD
I have absolutly no interest in sport whatsoever, but I guess going from an undercover mafia agent to NBA ref aint exactly common in the sporting world is it? lol