Dan Jenkins and I share two things in common: the same alma mater, and an abiding dedication to humor. Dan was a few years ahead of me, and we had very different views of the TCU gridiron, he from x's and o's, me from marching band. Dan became a marquee writer for Sports Illustrated in its heyday. His book yellowed on my shelf for 40 years before I plucked it down like an interception in the end zone. Dan's style--hyperbole on steroids--fit the 70's sports scene like a sweaty jockstrap. The absurd swagger and machismo, racism and misogyny of his '70s characters were true reflections of many of the Texans I tolerated (apologies to the good Texans--both of them). Shakespeare's review of this book said it best: "Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Sometimes that's perfect for a summer beach read.