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Almost four decades have passed since Maravich entered the national consciousness as basketball's boy wizard. No one had ever played the game like the kid with the floppy socks and shaggy hair. And all these years later, no one else ever has. The idea of Pistol Pete continues to resonate with young people today just as powerfully as it did with their fathers.
In averaging 44.2 points a game at Louisiana State University, he established records that will never be broken. But even more enduring than the numbers was the sense of ecstasy and artistry with which he played. With the ball in his hands, Maravich had a singular power to inspire awe, inflict embarrassment, or even tell a joke.
But he wasn't merely a mesmerizing showman. He was basketball's answer to Elvis, a white Southerner who sold Middle America on a black man's game. Like Elvis, he paid a terrible price, becoming a prisoner of his own fame.
Set largely in the South, Kriegel's Pistol, a tale of obsession and basketball, fathers and sons, merges several archetypal characters. Maravich was a child prodigy, a prodigal son, his father's ransom in a Faustian bargain, and a Great White Hope. But he was also a creature of contradictions: always the outsider but a virtuoso in a team sport, an exuberant showman who wouldn't look you in the eye, a vegetarian boozer, an athlete who lived like a rock star, a suicidal genius saved by Jesus Christ.
A renowned biographer -- People magazine called him "a master" -- Kriegel renders his subject with a style that is, by turns, heartbreaking, lyrical, and electric.
The narrative begins in 1929, the year a missionary gave Pete's father a basketball. Press Maravich had been a neglected child trapped in a hellish industrial town, but the game enabled him to blossom. It also caused him to confuse basketball with salvation. The intensity of Press's obsession initiates a journey across three generations of Maraviches. Pistol Pete, a ballplayer unlike any other, was a product of his father's vanity and vision. But that dream continues to exact a price on Pete's own sons. Now in their twenties -- and fatherless for most of their lives -- they have waged their own struggles with the game and its ghosts.
Pistol is an unforgettable biography. By telling one family's history, Kriegel has traced the history of the game and a large slice of the American narrative.
393 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2007

Pistol Pete. The sportswriter came up with other names for him, including Little Mr. Big, Mighty Mite, and Poppin' Pete. But none of them fit as well. Pistol Pete worked just as a nickname should...the ball came off his hip, like a gunslinger, and he was never, ever shy to shoot. He had a long, thin neck, didn't look athletic at all. You would not suspect he could do the things he did—until he did them. He was doing stuff you had never seen before, things that mesmerized you. pg 77Pistol Pete eventually succumbed to the tension and pressure that came from his ball skills that dwarfed the NBA of that era. Under pressure and trying to the fill the void, he took to alcohol and became overcome with depression. He became reclusive from friends and family and began exploring Hinduism, veganism, survivalism, and extraterrestrialism.
Laying in bed one early morning he asked God "Please, save me, please.He devoted his life to God and spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ to the youth through his basketball camps. His ministry became his life and at that point, Pete finally found inner peace and joy. Then while playing a pick up game with a friend at the camp, he collapsed of a heart attack on the court. He was only 40 years old, pg. 291
Take me."
He began to weep.
"Deliver me."
Finally, he heard an audible voice: Be strong and lift thine own heart. It was the voice of God. pg. 275