From Q dogging on Steven Hunter's bathrobe belt and telling Yuta Tabuse that he was "da man" to Paul Shirley blogging his way into our consciousness, I thought the Suns had the best locker room in the league this year. And in addition to having the Coach of the Year, the Executive of the Year, and the MVP, they also have the best, most comprehensive website of the year. Not only do they have pictures up within hours of the game, they add in some behind-the-scenes ones, too.
In this edition of "Fun with the Suns," I'm taking you aboard the Suns plane, where Jim Jackson dares to do what few ballers have done before him (at least in public anyway).
Here JJ sits down with "The Da Vinci Code." After two years of sitting on bookshelves and 114 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list, the book finally cracks the second to last frontier, the NBA. (The last frontier being, of course, the NFL where reading - as Kellen Winslow showed with his contract - is merely optional.)
By the way, JJ would look really hot in glasses...most men do. (That's my tip to you, boys.)
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Fun with the Suns: JJ Reads!
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First of all, let me say that I am a huge fan of this blog, and have lauded it repeatedly on my own blog at http://www.truehoop.com.
Let me also report, however, that Jim Jackson is certainly not the first NBA player to read this book. When I was working on a story about jumping (no joke) for Men's Journal more than a year ago, I accompanied Milwaukee Bucks' jumper extraordinaire Desmond Mason to the big Barnes & Noble on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. He bought the Da Vinci Code on CD (and also later displayed several other books he carried with him). Read to achieve, I guess.
Me? I read the Da Vinci code ages ago, so I bought a book on plyometrics. 'Cause I want to know how to jump.
Wow, thanks Henry. That was very flattering. Usually, the only feedback I get on my blog is my cousin calling me up to tell me she now knows who Tim Duncan is...Oh and Henrik from Sweden who gave me some love.
So Men's Journal actually wrote an article teaching white men to jump?? I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Sad irony of the jumping story: the executive editor got sh*&-canned before it came out, and the new guy killed the story. So that's why white guys still can't jump, I guess.
One of these days I'll publish it at truehoop, though, and then the white suburbs will be one non-stop dunkathon. You betcha.
Viva Henrik.
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