Tucker Max

I wrote a huge, way too long post about my experience at the John Calipari Fantasy Experience. It was really fucking awesome, but unless you care about basketball–Kentucky basketball specifically–then you probably won’t care about reading this.

“Stop givin’ juice to the Raiders,
Cause Al Davis never paid us.”
-Ice Cube

Imagine a girl. Very pretty, a joy to be around, and a nice person that is kind to animals and people alike. She’s a good person, and deserves a good boyfriend, someone who is nice and kind to her.

Like most guys, I watch a lot of ESPN. Mainly as background noise. And there is always the on-going debate about various aspects of college sports, like a playoff in football, or paying players, or whatever. But all the analysis misses the point. ALL of it.

I recently finished a huge slew of memoirs, and posted 9 of the summaries:

Open: An Autobiography, by Andre Agassi
My Life & Battles, by Jack Johnson
The Godfather Papers, by Mario Puzo
This Boy’s Life, by Tobias Wolfe
How To Make Love Like a Porn Star, by Jenna Jameson
The Duke of Deception, by Geoffrey Wolfe
Born Standing Up, by Steve Martin
The Dirt, by Motley Crue and Neil Strauss
The Rock Says…, by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson