"Jeff Pearlman has captured the swagger of the '86 Mets. You don't have to be a Mets fan to enjoy this book-it's a great read for all baseball enthusiasts." -Philadelphia Daily NewsAward-winning Sports Illustrated baseball writer Jeff Pearlman returns to an innocent time when a city worshipped a man named Mookie and the Yankees were the second-best team in New York. It was 1986, and the New York Mets won 108 regular-season games and the World Series, capturing the hearts (and other assorted body parts) of fans everywhere. But their greatness on the field was nearly eclipsed by how bad they were off it. Led by the indomitable Keith Hernandez and the young dynamic duo of Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry, along with the gallant Scum Bunch, the Amazin's left a wide trail of wreckage in their wake-hotel rooms, charter planes, a bar in Houston, and most famously Bill Buckner and the hated Boston Red Sox. With an unforgettable cast of characters-including Doc, Straw, the Kid, Nails, Mex, and manager Davey Johnson-this "affectionate but critical look at this exciting season" (Publishers Weekly) celebrates the last of baseball's arrogant, insane, rock-and-roll-and-party-all-night teams, exploring what could have been, what should have been, and what never was.

The Bad Guys Won - A Season of Brawling, Boozing, Bimbo Chasing, and Championship Baseball with Straw, Doc, Mookie, Nails, the Kid, and the Rest of the 1986 Mets, the Rowdiest Team Ever to Put on a New York Uniform--and Maybe the Best

From acclaimed sports writer and bestselling author Jeff Pearlman, a searing and insightful look into the life and career of Barry Bonds, one of the most celebrated, contradictory and controversial sports figures of our timeNo player in the history of baseball has left such an indelible mark on the game as Barry Bonds. In his twenty-year career, Bonds has amassed an unprecedented 7 Most Valuable Player awards, 8 Gold Gloves, and more than 700 home runs (and counting), an impressive assortment of feats that has earned him the consideration as one of the greatest players the game has ever seen. Equally deserved, however, is his reputation as an insufferable braggart, whose mythical home runs are rivaled only by his legendary ego. From his staggering ability and fabled pedigree (father Bobby played outfield for the Giants; cousin Reggie and godfather Willie are both Hall of Famers), to his well-documented run-ins with teammates and his alleged steroid abuse, Bonds inspires a like amount of passion from both sides of the fence. For many, Bonds belongs beside Babe Ruth and Hank Aaron in baseball's holy trinity; for others, he embodies all that is wrong with the modern athlete: aloof; arrogant; alienated. Drawing on extensive interviews with Bonds himself, members of his family, former and current managers, teammates, opponents, trainers, outspoken critics, and unapologetic supporters alike, Pearlman reveals, for the first time, a wonderfully nuanced portrait of a prodigiously talented-and immensely flawed-American icon, whose controversial run at baseball immortality forever changed the way we look at our sports heroes.

Love Me, Hate Me - Barry Bonds and the making of an Antiher

"Pearlman's book develops a stark, unsparing picture of Clemens's life that surpasses anything that's come before." -Boston GlobeNew York Times bestselling author Jeff Pearlman reconstructs pitcher Roger Clemens's life-from his Ohio childhood to the mounds of Fenway Park and Yankee Stadium-to reveal a flawed and troubled man whose rage for baseball immortality took him to superhuman heights before he crashed down to earth. A fearless, hard-nosed Texan with a 98-mph fastball and a propensity to throw at the heads of opposing hitters, Roger "the Rocket" Clemens won 354 games, an unprecedented seven Cy Young Awards, and two World Series trophies over the course of twenty-four seasons. But the statistics and hoopla obscured a far darker story-one of playoff chokes, womanizing (including a long-term affair with a teenage country singer), violent explosions, steroid and human growth hormone use.

The Rocket That Fell to Earth - Roger Clemens and the Rage for Baseball Immortality

Dyan Favre, le neveu de Brett, est également un joyau. Pas seulement une personne préférée du livre - une personne préférée, point final. J'ai fini par écrire ceci à son sujet. Tout simplement un bon homme juste.

Donald [Driver] est un bon gars, un gars juste. Je n'ai pas de boeuf avec lui. Mais j'ai plusieurs sources à ce sujet; Des gens qui ne se sont pas connectés les uns avec les autres qui l'ont vérifié.

Quand je couvrais le baseball, les Reds avaient un premier joueur de base, Sean Casey. Son surnom était "le maire" parce qu'il connaissait et se connectait avec absolument tout le monde. Incroyablement charmant ... a même invité des écrivains rouges à son mariage. Et cela n'arrive jamais.

Si j'avais couvert [Brett Favre] à Atlanta, je supposerais qu'il ferait tomber comme un autre Todd Marinovich. Talent sur les branchies, mais manquant de contrôle et de discipline pour faire beaucoup de lui-même.

Je connais des gens de mon âge (début des années 40) qui insistent uniquement sur l'écriture. Vous savez comment nous les appelons? Ex-Journalistes.

Un autre fascinant était Sterling Sharpe - principalement parce que tout le monde m'a dit qu'il était horrible. Sterling jouait dans un tournoi de golf à Lake Tahoe, et je suis venu le voir (ainsi que d'autres). Je me suis approché prudemment, j'ai pensé qu'il me soufflerait, etc. Mais, au lieu de cela, il était fantastique. Je veux dire, gracieux, terre-à-terre, drôle, une mémoire formidable, des idées précises. Je n'aurais pas pu apprécier mon temps avec Sterling Sharpe plus que moi. Et combien de journalistes ont déjà dit cela auparavant ?

Je ne dis pas - en aucune façon - que Donald Driver ment ou manque de sincérité. Mais je fais confiance à mes rapports.

Il y a plus de gars formidables que des secousses, donc c'est une énorme liste.

Une tonne d'athlètes, même s'ils connaissent votre nom, prétendent qu'ils ne le font pas.

J'ai contacté [Brett Favre] très tôt; lui a envoyé certains de mes livres et une lettre. Ensuite, j'ai eu deux ou trois fois avec lui, et j'ai été époustouflé. Puis je lui ai envoyé une autre lettre, et il m'a envoyé un SMS, expliquant qu'il ne souhaitait pas parler. Je ne suis pas fou - c'est son droit, évidemment. De plus, les membres de sa famille étaient incroyablement ouverts et cool.

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