Peter Vecsey
March 6, 2014
He’s one of the most influential, important (and oft-reviled) NBA writers of the past 50 years. But what happens when the writing stops and the games continue?
Why Books?
March 4, 2014
As has been made very clear on this site, today is a big one for me—the release of Showtime, my sixth (and, hopefully, best) book. Fingers crossed. Writing a book is insanely stressful. Well, not the writing—the aftermath. You want it to sell. Really, you need it to sell. And
The Day Before
March 3, 2014
My book is coming out tomorrow. I’ve been here before—five times. And it’s always … weird. You devote more than two years of your life to a subject. You lock yourself in rooms, dig through piles upon piles of paper, chase interviews, chase more interviews, seek out miniscule nuggets of
I, book whore …
March 2, 2014
My book, Showtime, comes out on Tuesday. To repeat, it comes out Tuesday. My book. Showtime. This is the Amazon link. And, in case you missed it, this is the Amazon link. Right here. This one. I’m joking. But only sort of. Writing a book is hard. It’s ceaseless hours
He’s a cool guy
February 28, 2014
This morning, while reading Deadspin’s thorough, disgusting chronicling of the Darren Sharper awfulness, I was thinking about a huge flaw in the sports-journalism system as we know it. I call it the “He’s a cool guy issue.” Most people who cover sports on a day-to-day basis are young. They’re 20-something,
The Staples Center Postcard Brigade
February 28, 2014
I believe in self promotion. I believe, if one writes a book, he needs to put everything into selling it. I believe there is no such thing as humiliation. Hence … this.
Wanda Juzang Cooper
February 27, 2014
People always marvel at our athletic superstars. But what about the women behind the celebrities? A veteran of the Showtime Laker turf steps forward.
Outside the Staples Center
February 27, 2014
As I write this, I’m sitting at a table inside the Staples Center Starbucks. I’m wearing a UCLA baseball cap, a black sweatshirt, ugly brown shorts and flip-flops. In an hour or so, I’m about to eat my humble pie. Writing books is great. Tremendous. Awesome. It’s two years of