...Dennis Rodman?
A couple of weeks ago, while watching the Detroit Pistons barely beat the Philadelphia 76ers, I realized how much I missed Dennis Rodman, his look, and his antics. He was oftentimes the perfect antidote for a world that, at times, seemed rather ordinary and boring. I missed him. Although he was a dork when he played for the Pistions, his whiney and extreme nature while playing for San Antonio, Chicago, and Los Angeles showed he was a man living on the edge! Thank god for the New York Times!
"Dennis Rodman, one of the greatest basketball players of all time, lounges in a chair on the patio of his oceanfront home in Newport Beach, Calif. After multiple hues and shades, Rodman's hair is back to its original black, although it's now permanently brittle. Jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt advertising Josh Slocum's, a restaurant and nightclub nearby that he co-owns, obscure the tattoos. For his entire adult life, Rodman has vacillated between sweet child and self-destructive adolescent. At the moment, the teenager seems to be dominating. The seven-time National Basketball Association rebounding champion and onetime Jean-Claude Van Damme co-star seems giddy and a little incoherent..."
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