Being one of the lucky handful of individuals to have received an advanced copy of Scott Raab’s soon-to-be released book, I set out to ferociosuly tear through the 300 pages and provide the readers of WFNY with a semi-difinitive review. And then yesterday happened.
Not 24 hours after the black and gold-covered memoirs landed on the desks of us sporting types, two extremely well-written reviews hit the interwebs that I would not even consider attempting to trump. If these posts represent the off-Jack, the big dog is most certainly buried because my hand is ace-no-face at the very best.
First, from Cleveland Jackson over at Stepien Rules:
The book is an autobiography about that survival and evolution of a man. A memoir in tight readable perfectly prepared prose. And Lebron James is part foil, part antagonist, part cautionary figure, and part vehicle as an emblem of historical undeserving disrespect. This is the book that Scott Raab, a former 12 year old attendant to the last spo...