When you can reference the move â€œYoungblood;â€ tell an amazing true story of an NHL hero who would go on to form a seven member country-and-western band; include a vast number of obscenities unprintable on FrazerRice.com (a family website); muse philosophically on the complex intersections between fame and self-destruction; discuss why one of the greatest athletes in the world was once asked to stand on a phonebook to seem taller (he refused); and finally explain both the downfall and ultimate redemption of genuine athletic hero, you KNOW you’ve really written something good. Also we get the following details (among many) . . .
[Fleury] also wrote: â€œI just stayed in that room and let my brain go swimming in Paxil, coke, two six-packs and a twenty-sixer of Grey Goose” . . . And: â€œI was torn between Drea, the New York stripper I had been seeing at the end of my marriage, and Steph, the stripper in Albuquerqueâ€ . . . His relationship with other teams’ fans was such that one night, as the crowd at Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum chanted â€œCrackhead! Crackhead!â€ at him, he slapped his bicep in vulgar salute after scoring the game-winning goal.
And thatâ€™s just the beginning – Read on, good friends, READ ON . . .