Saturday, October 17, 2020

Review: One to Remember (2020)

By Ken Reid

It's always interesting to be read about "the one and done" club. That is to say - stories about someone who did something worth noting once, but stopped at that point. Professional sports is the obvious group for that, since statistics and record books are kept for such purposes. But it probably could apply to some other professions. First time before the Supreme Court? First heart operation performed on a patient? First published story? You get the idea. 

Ken Reid did a book on people who had the chance to play in one National Hockey League game. It was a quick,enjoyable read. Now Reid comes back with a similar book about those who scored one goal in their NHL careers. "One to Remember" is much like its cousin, "One Night Only."

Reid talked to 39 different people - most of them from the recent past - who scored one goal but only one goal at hockey's highest level. If you have heard of more than - let's see - five of the people on the list, you watch a lot of hockey. Three of the solitary goal-scorers are goalies, and those names are more well-known. Billy Smith is a Hall of Famer, while Chris Mason and Damian Rhodes had enough time to make an impact in the league.

Otherwise, these are not household names. I do remember Mike Hurlbut turning up in a Sabre uniform in the late 1990s for a couple of games. Brad Moran was drafted by Buffalo but never played there. Scott Metcalfe was acquired by the Sabres during the 1987-88 season, and scored during his 17 games with the team. Every hockey fan knows Dave Hanson from his time in the movie "Slap Shot." So that's seven - not bad. A few others sound a little familiar, perhaps because they were high draft choices. But many others are complete unknown. 

Many of the stories are about what you'd expect. Player gets called up when a team needs a warm body for a short time - and he scores in that brief appearance. It may be on a skilled play, or it may be luck, but said player still gets a puck on a plaque and the right to say he scored an NHL goal for the rest of his life. Many played several years in the minors or in Europe, while others moved on to other things. Some played more NHL games because they were enforcers at the time, and their skills and ice time were limited.

The best stories are the unusual ones, of course. Reid wisely starts with the story of John English, who scored a goal but got stabbed a week later and needed to fight for his life before recovering. His hockey career never did recover, though. Steve Coates scored one goal for the Flyers, and wound up spending decades as part of the team's broadcast crew. Brent Tremblay faked out Gordie Howe for his only goal, but his back wouldn't let him play much longer and he wound up in the ministry. 

Reid tells the stories simply. He also comes across as sympathetic to all of his subjects. He knows that every kid that has ever laced on skates for a game of hockey wants to score in the NHL some day, and reaching that goal is worth celebrating. That makes "One to Remember" pleasant reading for anyone who picks it up.

Three stars

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Thursday, October 1, 2020

Review: The Spencer Haywood Rule (2020)

By Marc J. Spears and Gary Washburn

This sounded so promising at the beginning. 

The so-called "Spencer Haywood Rule" is a great starting point for a book. Haywood came out of the University of Detroit early to sign a contract with the the Denver Rockets (later the Nuggets) of the American Basketball Association. After a spectacular rookie season in 1969-70, that included winning the MVP and Rookie of the Year trophies, Haywood became upset with his contract terms and wanted to jump to the more established NBA. 

A major reason that he couldn't do that immediately was that his college class hadn't graduated yet, and the NBA didn't take players unless they qualified under that rule. It went all the way to the Supreme Court, and Haywood finally won. 

The ripple effects of that decision are still being felt today. If a player who is a year out of high school is good enough, he can go straight to the NBA. A ton of great players have done that over the years, including LeBron James, Carmelo Anthony and Kevin Garnett for starters. And really, why shouldn't they be able to sell their services if there are employers willing to pay them? That's the way it works for virtually every other industry. If a 19-year-old computer programmer wants to drop out of college to work for Microsoft for $500,000 a year, he or she can.

There's probably a good story about all of the background that led up to this landmark court decision. Unluckily, this isn't it. What we do have is a relatively simple, and somewhat frustrating, semi-autobiography of Haywood called "The Spencer Haywood Rule."

"Semi-autobiography" may not be the right word for this, but it will do. Authors Marc J. Spears and Gary Washburn obviously spent quite a bit of time interviewing Haywood about his life's story. The resulting quotes serve as something of a foundation for the book. (Be forewarned - you're not likely to ever see many books with the word "shit" used in so many different ways as it appears in Haywood's quotes.) Spears and Washburn then supply supporting material to the story, no matter how rational Haywood's points might be - and sometimes they aren't. 

The story starts off well enough. Haywood grew up in rural Mississippi in the 1950s and 1960s. Slavery may have been outlawed a century before that, but make no mistake - Spencer and his family members were essentially slaves. Haywood's stories of those days are chilling and gripping: education was secondary to working the cotton fields at certain times of the year, and African American caddies served as targets for white golfers on the driving range. I must say, I'd still have a little bitterness inside of me if I grew up in those surroundings. It's good to see he could overcome that sort of start to make something of himself. 

Haywood eventually was sent to live with relatives in Detroit, where he grew into his body and became a basketball star. Spencer spent a year at Trindad State Junior College in Colorado, where he dominated play. Somehow he caught the attention of people looking for players for the 1968 U.S. Olympic team, which was having trouble recruiting player in that turbulent era. Haywood made the team, and the Americans probably wouldn't have won the gold medal without him.

From there it was on to the University of Detroit for a season, and on to the start of his pro career mentioned earlier. It didn't take long for Haywood to show he belonged in the NBA, putting together four excellent seasons on some so-so Sonics' teams. Along the way, Haywood apparently wasn't winning any popularity contests on the team - no reason was really given - and Spencer was sent to the Knicks. His play slipped a notch or two in New York, and he also married fashion model Iman. That led a trade to New Orleans for part of a season, and a move to Los Angeles - where he developed a cocaine addition that led to him sitting out the end of the NBA Finals in 1980, won by the Lakers. 

The Lakers couldn't get rid of him fast enough at that point, and Haywood was off to Italy for a year before returning to the NBA. The Washington Bullets added him for two seasons, but he apparently headed to New York when Iman got into a severe accident ... without working out the details with the Bullets, who let him go. And that was it for his basketball career. 

Haywood cleaned up his personal life after his Lakers' days - good for him - and has done some work with addiction victims. It's not overly clear what else Spencer has been doing with his time in retirement. In some cases, it certainly sounds like he's bumped into some racism. In others, the actions are a little harder to defend. For example, there is some anger expressed at the Detroit Pistons because they didn't hire him for a job after his retirement. After all, the book argues, Haywood brought a lot of fame to Detroit through the gold medal and his basketball exploits - not to mention the "Spencer Haywood Rule." The case about what any of that has to do with the Pistons isn't quite clear. There's also a little anger here about the time it took for the Sonics to retire his uniform number (ironically, it came shortly before the team moved to Oklahoma City) and reach the Basketball Hall of Fame - although he did receive both honors. 

"The Spencer Haywood Rule" has its moments, and it's good to see that Haywood seems to be in a better place personally these days. Still, by the end of the book I was happy that I was moving toward the conclusion. Think of it as a missed opportunity, and you'll get the idea. 

Two stars

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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Review: Off Mike (2020)

By Mike "Doc" Emrich with Kevin Allen

Mike Emrick deserves all sorts of credit in the field of sports broadcasting. He's outlasted just about everyone when it comes to hockey announcing in the United States. Emrick started calling hockey in the early 1970s, and here he is - almost 50 years - later still working hard at his craft. In fact, he turned up on some of the broadcasts of the NHL's long playoff system in the summer and fall of 2020. 

At least the pandemic came up at a time that Emrick was free to finish his autobiography. The finished product, "Off Mike," is scheduled to be released in October. It's about what you'd expect - pleasant, with a few good vocabulary words thrown in along the way. After all, who else can describe a goalie's equipment as his "paraphenalia"?

It seems unlikely that a veteran American broadcaster would grow up in a small town in ... Indiana. That seems like "Hoosiers" country to most, a place where basketball is kind. But on December 10, 1960, he caught his first hockey game in person in Fort Wayne as the Komets hosted the Muskegon Zephyrs. Mike caught the bug right there. 

It seems like every broadcaster had to go about the business of paying his dues in order to reach the big time, and Emrick was no exception. He worked as an announcer at small radio station, took any job he can get, and made the usual mistakes along the way. The good ones learn and get better. Broadcasting is sort of like the music business when it comes to hitting the big time. You never know when someone will be in the right place at the right time. Emrick worked in such places at Port Huron, Michigan, and Portland, Maine. 

If anything, Emrick gives the impression that he was very content working on minor league hockey games. Some of the best stories of the book comes from those days. One favorite was the time that a drawing was held in Portland to determine which of the ticket-holders would become the winner of a car. Sue Hamilton's name was announced; so far, so good. And then two women showed up by that name. Which one would win? The fans started chanting "two cars!" Somehow, the team figured out which Sue Hamilton was the rightful winner, and the other received enough free gifts to leave her content as the first runner-up. As you'd expect, some of the legendary minor league brawlers of that era comes of as well.

Emrick eventually got the call to the big time, and he has followed the bouncing rights contracts when it comes to employers. Mike has worked for Emrick has also done play-by-play for CBS, NBC, NBCSN, ABC, TNT, ESPN, Fox, CSTV, SportsChannel America, SportsChannel Philadelphia, PRISM, Fox, and a few others. He must have a lot of blazers stored somewhere. Emrick also has done a lot of traveling over the years, and he didn't help himself at times by living quite a distance from the home rink. For example, while working for the Flyers, he and his wife commuted from Hershey - no small task. 

"Doc" (his nickname because of a Ph.D in communications) mostly has been working for national broadcasts for almost a decade. This has allowed him to brush up against some hockey legends, like the time he sat down with Wayne Gretzky, Mario Lemieux and Bobby Orr for a long interview. Emrick also is famous for collecting little bits of information to drop into broadcasts, such as the fact that Gretzky and David Letterman attended the same high school in Indianapolis (but not at the same time, of course). 

It's easy to guess that the drawback of that sort of schedule in terms of the book is that he's not around one place long enough to get to know many of the principals well. So most of the other tales that fill the rest of the book are about his life - with or without a microphone. It all goes dowm smoothly enough, but it's hard to say it is compelling reading throughout the book. 

Emrick in person is a lot like his on-air presence - a good guy who wears well over time with most. "Off Mike" isn't a book that will leave you with tons of anecdotes to pass along to others, but it goes by quickly in a pleasant way. There's nothing wrong with that. 

Three stars

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Monday, September 21, 2020

Review: 24 (2020)

By Willie Mays and John Shea

My favorite quote about baseball legend Willie Mays comes from, of all people, actress Tallulah Bankhead, Apparently around 1962, she said something like “There have only been two geniuses in the world – Willie Mays and Willie Shakespeare.”

Shakespeare still has his fans, a few hundred years after his prime, of course. But just about everyone loved Willie Mays during his baseball career and during his life in retirement.

Mays was more or less than the best all-around player in the history of baseball. He cranked out great seasons like he was a copying machine, year after year after year. If the phrase “five-tool player” (someone who could hit, hit for power, field, run and throw) wasn’t created for him, it certainly applied to his tool box of talents. What’s more, he played baseball with a mixture of joy and showmanship so that no one could look away.

More importantly, he made his debut in major league baseball with the New York Giants in 1951. Willie played in the Negro Leagues for a while, but then crossed that barrier to play with baseball’s best. Once Mays had gotten some experience at that level and served time in the military, he was ready to take centerstage. When he did that, he wouldn’t leave it for close to 20 years. Everybody loved him so much that it was hard to make any sort of argument that the majors were no place for a black man. If anything, it was the other way around – Willie deserved to play in an even better league.

Mays hasn’t played since 1973, so the number of people who remember him in his prime are growing fewer. At 64, I remember Willie as a veteran star by the time I began to pay close attention to baseball in the Sixties. So anyone too much younger than I am probably doesn’t remember much about Willie the player, at least in terms of first-hand information.

There have been some good biographies of Mays. James Hirsch’s book, “Willie Mays,” certainly qualifies. The book “24,” by Mays with John Shea, isn’t an autobiography in strict terms. Still it serves a couple of functions. For those who remember Mays on the field, it will bring some good memories of the way he patrolled center field for the Giants for about two decades. For those who don’t, the book serves as an educational tool as to why he is remembered so fondly today.

Shea did most of the heavy lifting on this book . The San Francisco baseball writer found out that Mays wanted to do something that kids could use for inspiration. I guess the chapter headings could serve that purpose. They are given such titles as “Honor Your Mentors,” “Have Fun on the Job,” and “Strive for Excellence.” But it would be an exaggeration to say that this belongs in the self-help section of the bookstore.

Shea gets good-sized points for not taking the easy way out here. He tracked down all sorts of people to get them to talk about Mays. That includes Presidents of the United States (Clinton and Bush), Negro League teammates, Giants and Mets teammates, opposing players, and current stars. It’s quite the All-Star lineup, and apparently almost all of the material is fresh. Even Barry Bonds is happy to say nice things at length about his “godfather.”

Each chapter focuses in on a certain aspect of Mays’ career. Shea provides some perspective, Willie adds some quotes, and Shea takes it from there with background information and other interviews. Perhaps the best sections are the ones where Mays does the most talking – he gets to do that a lot in the section on his status as a five-tool player, and that might be my favorite part of the book. As for the "genius" description, it seems that Willie tried to notice everything on the field - to the point where he'd move the other fielders around depending on the situation. In addition, he never seemed to forget anything that happened in a game. Perspiration really joins with inspiration to make a genius.

Now, to be fair, this book was written to make Willie look good. There’s nothing in here that reflects badly on Mays, not a word that tarnishes that good image. The problem is that some stories get repeated quite a bit, and the praise piles up. Sometimes that can be a little, well, tiring … as in, we get the point.

But a book by and about Willie Mays is review-proof. People interested enough in the subject at this point will love it from page one. I might as well criticize chocolate ice cream or Santa Claus. Willie deserves all the praise he gets here. Needless to say, those who still appreciate what he did on and off the field will love “24.”

Four stars

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Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Review: I Came as a Shadow (2020)

By John Thompson with Jesse Washington

On a personal level, my first reaction when I heard the news of the death of basketball coach John Thompson was that the timing was a little odd.

After all, an advance copy of his autobiography was sitting in my Kindle at the time. I guess Thompson timed this out just right. After all, a good basketball coach knows how to milk the clock when he or she is ahead right until the final seconds.

What's more, I knew this was a book that needed to be read. In a summer of racial troubles in our society in which conversations need to be held among all of us, it's good to have Thompson be part of the conversation - even in this form. After all, you just know that he'd be disappointed to miss it. 

As a result, "I Came as a Shadow," written by Thompson with ESPN's Jesse Washington, is not to be missed either. Not only does he have plenty to contribute in serious discussions about race in America, but he has had a fascinating if unlikely life story.

I can't say I knew much about Thompson's upbringing, but it's quite a story. His father was not an unintelligent man, but he never had the chance to learn to read and write. Therefore, he did whatever he could to feed his family - such as telling the different types of cement on construction projects apart by taste. His mother was a teacher, but she wasn't given the chance to teach because of the color of her skin. As for Thompson himself, he was placed in the back row of a classroom growing up, and not because of his height. That was where the kids who didn't figure to get good grades wound up. (Note I didn't use the word "dumb kids" there, because they hadn't been given the chance to show their intellectual potential in many cases.)

Basketball, as you may have guessed, gave Thompson a chance at a better life. He was tall, as in 6-foot-10 tall, and learned to shoot and rebound. That earned him a chance to go to Providence College, which led to a degree and a brief ticket to the NBA. Thompson won a couple of titles as a backup center with the Celtics. Then he decided to get on with the rest of his life, and work as a teacher of some sort. 

He may have left basketball, but basketball didn't leave him. He ended up as a high school coach in his native Washington, and did well. Then in 1972, Georgetown University needed a coach. More specifically, it needed an African American coach. Georgetown had a great academic reputation, but its relationship with the surrounding community was a bit shaky. For once, it was an advantage for Thompson to be black.

If you are reading this, you know what Thompson accomplished at Georgetown. His teams won a national championship, qualified for three final fours, and won several conference championships. As Syracuse coach Jim Boeheim pointed out, that was even more remarkable because it was so difficult to win at Georgetown. The Hoyas had never done it in the past before Thompson's arrival, playing in no NCAA championships and two NITs before Thompson's arrival. OK, Patrick Ewing's time was largely responsible for reaching the Final Fours, but he was a lot of games before and after that too.

As one of the few black coaches of prominence during this time, Thompson stood out. It's difficult for a large, 6-10 man not to stand out. He had something of a platform, and he used it. When the NCAA came up with Proposition 48 to set floors via standardized tests for freshman participation, Thompson went public and took a game off in protest. He always brought his own set of experiences to an argument, and that gave his points more validity.

Thompson had teams that were physically tough most of the time. He points out that he taught his players never to push first - but when they were pushed by opponents, to give back more than they got. He also points out that his teams always worked hard on the court and played disciplined basketball - belying the stereotype about how inner city kids played basketball. Yes, they could run plays and play suffocating defense when given the chance. 

Yes, the book shows that Thompson came to compete. He didn't want to just in the conversation as a good coach; he wanted to be the best coach that he possibly could. That included some "tough love" for his players - actions that the public never saw because his practices were usually closed - as well advice on how to be a better person. He also took some chances on recruiting certain people. Sometimes Thompson won the argument with the school's admissions department, and those players became better players and people during their time in Georgetown. Sometimes those players didn't turn out to be a good fit in the college atmosphere and fell away. Power forward Michael Graham, a key part of the 1984 championship team, was the most publicized example of that. Some didn't make it through the front door of the administration building. 

After retirement in 1999, Thompson moved on to the next stage of his life. He became a member of the media, serving as a talk show host in Washington and a commentator. Along the way, Thompson revealed more of his personality. It turns out John Thompson knew how to laugh, and liked doing it. That didn't mean he was any less serious about the issues of the day.

Add it up, and John Thompson was a man with no apologies and only a few regrets. He overcame many obstacles to reach the top of his chosen profession. I don't agree with all of Thompson's actions, but i certainly understand them better now. "I Came as a Shadow" (taken from a poem) is a window into the life and times of a man who is still worth hearing, even when he's gone.

Five stars

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Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Review: Tom Yawkey (2018)

By Bill Nowlin 

Tom Yawkey always had been something of a man of mystery during his time as an adult. He bought the Boston Red Sox as a young man in the 1930s - when he was one of the few people around who could reach into his proverbial wallet and pull out enough money to buy a baseball team. 

Yawkey remained the owner of the Red Sox for more than 40 years, and his wife ran the team and organization  into the early 1990s at the time of her death. That meant the Yawkey name was on top of the organizational chart for almost 60 years - an eternity in professional sports.

Yet not too many people knew a great deal about him. The stories leaked out over the years - the way he worked out during the day in Fenway Park in the summer, the way he acted with generosity toward his players and many others. What we didn't know was, what was he like?

Bill Nowlin, therefore, commits something of a public service by writing the first full biography of arguably the most important person in the history of Boston sports. "Tom Yawkey" is as complete a picture of the man as we're likely to get.

First and foremost, Nowlin appears to have left no stone unturned in his search for information. The ancedotes and facts pile up over the course of more than 450 pages. It's almost as if he did a search for "Tom Yawkey" on Google, and went through the 90,800 current references. Jean Yawkey gets 14,700 hits, and those seem like they were examined too.

The author also interviewed a variety of people who had contact with the Yawkeys. They add good perspective on the later years, although it's too bad this wasn't written in the 1970s when more people from the early days of Tom Yawkey's involvement with the franchise were alive. What we have, though, it still a lot of material. 

The biggest question surrounding Yawkey's tenure as Red Sox owner centers on race. He's been gone since 1976, and we're still arguing about it. The debate reemerged in the summer of 2020, when there was talk of renaming Yawkey Way outside of Fenway Park in Boston as something of a "penalty" for his racial record. As many baseball fans know, the Red Sox were the last major-league team to put an African American on their roster - Pumpsie Green arrived in 1959. 

Nowlin receives a variety of opinions from various sources. It's hard to be a mind-reader about what Yawkey was thinking in the late 1940s and all of the 1950s. The best guess appears to be that Yawkey was too loyal to his friends to be a top-notch owner, and certainly some executives of the Red Sox qualified as Class A racists. Yawkey could have and should have done more - hiring a black scout in the early 1950s would have been an easy start. But he was from the old school that trusted people to do the right thing - even when they were obviously falling short. The team's won-loss record in that era reflects that. It was only when the "old guard" finally was swept out that the situation began to change. Yawkey also changed his lifestyle along the way, cutting way back on drinking alcohol and eating. It may have help see things more clearly in more ways than one.

When Yawkey wasn't in Boston (watching his team in the summer) or New York (business), he usually was in South Carolina. It's actually rather interesting to hear more about his land holdings in the Georgetown region, which came up every so often over the years but was never really discussed in details. It seems he became something of an environmentalist in his later years, and the area is now a state wildlife preserve - and apparently will stay that way in the indefinite future. 

The book has only a couple of obvious flaws. Yawkey's business interests remain somewhat distant. He inherited millions, but we're never too sure where his money was besides securities and "natural resources." The heavy research also leads to choppy writing in portions of the book, and some repetition. It's tough to count how many times we heard about Jean Yawkey watching the Red Sox from her box in Fenway Park, faithfully keeping score and chain-smoking as she looked down on the team. But it was more than enough times to get the idea across. We could have lost at least 50 pages without too much of a problem.

Still, Yawkey becomes more than a cardboard cutout as a personality and turns into an actual person. That makes "Tom Yawkey" worth the read, especially but not only for Red Sox fans, and worth the effort that went into it. 

Four stars

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Thursday, August 20, 2020

Review: The Last Temptation of Rick Pitino (2018)

By Michael Sokolove

If you follow college basketball in particular or even sports in general, you probably heard about the FBI probe into recruiting in that particular sport in 2017. A variety of criminal actions were uncovered by the FBI in a good-sized probe. It seems that there's a very tangled web in the underbelly of the sport, which connects players, coaches, agents, shoe companies, and go-betweens. It's fair to say it's all something of a mess.

"The Last Temptation of Rick Pitino" is essentially a first draft of the story of that scandal; we'll need to wait a while longer than two years before all of the details are sorted out. In particular, author Michael Sokolove focuses in on the University of Louisville as symptomatic of the entire situation. 

The launching point from the Cardinals' standpoint was the arrival of a recruit named Brian Bowen Jr. It was something of a surprise when he announced he'd be going to Louisville. He wasn't believed to be on the team's recruiting list. Then-coach Rick Pitino said at the time of his signing, "In my 40 years of coaching, this is the luckiest I've ever been."

Then word came out that money apparently had gone from a shoe company, Adidas, to Bowen's family through intermediaries. Bowen himself denied any knowledge of the payments, which actually isn't that improbable in this particular world. Even so, he was the one who was barred from playing for Louisville; he eventually transferred to South Carolina. Bowen wound up in Australia and was not drafted by an NBA team in 2019. 

Perhaps we shouldn't have been surprised that Louisville was part of this. The school has invested heavily in athletics in recent years to build up its reputation, paying some of the largest salaries to coaches in the country and spending more money on relatively lavish facilities. Athletic director Tom Jurich was good at fundraising and at building up the athletic program. He courted donors and spared no expense at achieving excellence. The problem was that the money had to come from somewhere, and the easiest place was the school's endowment - which took major hits during the 2010s. The story of Louisville athletics, with a complicated town/gown relationship, is the best part of the book.

The book mentions famous basketball coach Rick Pitino in the title, but that's a little misleading (someone probably thought it was cute). Pitino was the highest paid college basketball coach in the country and won a lot of games there. Even so, he already had a couple of strikes against him when the Bowen story broke. Pitino was involved in a short sexual relationship that led to an extortion attempt, which was messy for all concerned. Then came word about strippers "entertaining" recruits during school visits, followed by the Bowen situation. Pitino has claimed he didn't know anything about it and that certainly could be true. He also knows that there was plenty of pressure on everyone at Louisville to win, and that he was paid enough to try to guarantee that no corners would be cut. 

Sokolove does spent some time looking at the big picture, but doesn't see many easy ways out. The top level of college sports does generate a tremendous amount of money, but the players only see a scholarship - a not-incident benefit at most schools, but not for big-time football and basketball. Pitino was earning $7.8 million at the end of his run. You could argue that no college coach deserves that money. You could also argue that a college coach of a big program fills seats and sells television deals, and that a good one is worth it and then some to the school. Paying the athletes directly is a solution, but the details are rather miserable to consider. Do top players get more than others? Is there a bidding war for talent? Do scholarship athletes in the so-called minor sports get something too? It's a mess.

"The Last Temptation of Rick Pitino" isn't exactly beach reading. Some of the tales of investigations and regulations can't help but be dry. Still, it will make the reader consider what's happening in college sports. In a world where many college students aren't allowed to gather for classes but apparently can get together to play football this fall, we probably can use a little thought right now.

Four stars

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