When Karl Malone arrived in Salt Lake City in 1985, he couldn't make a free throw, hit a jumper or decipher a game plan. According to his plentiful critics, he lacked the emotional resources and ruthlessness to make himself over into a first-rank power forward.
I am a big Karl Malone fan and was looking forward to reading the book. I felt it was disjointed in jumping timeliness without explaining the change. There were also plenty tangents of other player stories that didn't seem to connect the Mailman's story