In Havin' a Ball one of basketball's most colorful characters and storytellers chronicles his life in the game, from high school coach in New Jersey to head coach in both the NBA and the WNBA. Richie Adubato isn't a Hall of Fame name, but he's one of basketball's most beloved coaches, with a lifetime of stories that are humorous and heartfelt, poignant and personal. Adubato's career has crossed paths with many of basketball's most memorable people and events. Starting in the 1960s, he was part of the Jersey Guys, a group of young junior high and high school coaches--including Hubie Brown, Dick Vitale, and Mike Fratello--who all later went on to coach in the NBA. He was hired as Vitale's assistant coach with the Pistons in 1979. Then, three years later, he was hired by Hubie Brown as the Knicks' assistant coach. He would stay in pro basketball for the next twenty-five years, with stints as head coach for the Dallas Mavericks and Orlando Magic and the WNBA's New York Liberty and Washington Mystics. In fact, he is the first coach to have led teams in both leagues to the playoffs. Adubato grew up as an Irish Italian Jersey kid with modest aspirations who went on to experience a fascinating ride in pro basketball. He tells readers how a young Magic team led by Shaquille O'Neal came undone, about his years coaching the Mavericks at a time when the NBA was never more popular, what it was like to coach in the WNBA when the Liberty were outdrawing the Knicks in attendance, and what it was like to coach with, and against, other Hall of Famers. Havin' a Ball takes readers into locker rooms, planes, practices, games, and off court to the inner world of pro basketball with an insider's unique perspective.
This book being Phills first is a grand collection of contemporary Poetry. Phill was ranked within the Top 200 Amateur Poets for some years for submissions to The International Society of Poetry. Five single poems of his have been published within books of International status. Three Poems being placed front page within these various books. Let alone Two International Editors Choice Awards. Not bad for True Blue down to earth Australian Country boy. Phill continues to write nowadays and is studying various forms of writings through university as well as venturing into singing and song-writing somewhat.
“SOUL TREASURES” Between bosoms of pleasure, caressing mounds of luscious lure, with nipples erect, sweeter than grapes for sure! To taste this fruit is heaven; pleasing to the eye, taste, touch, smell, And I now breathe heavily! Hair complimenting the reflection of the face of the most high! So beautiful-- golden, dark, light, and all shades of females... Soul treasures. I think you are God’s gift to me. Thank you, Father. And when you made the thighs and the premier of pleasure between, Heaven and earth opens as the soul treasures parts before me! I just know she won’t be mad at me! Not with the stroke I’ll be using. And the aroma after a warm spring shower, excitement builds as I kiss life again and again! So sweet and wet is life’s soul treasures enjoyed by two, a gift from God! That all may partake and be in heaven even if for a moment only! And if I could recreate you, I would change nothing... add or take away! The same furriness that surrounds this succulent fruit, shaped in a drop of life. And God has made no other touch as pleasing... And verily I say unto you Soul treasures is the ultimate expression of creation! How divine, so asterios, so for real, so accessible. I love you, stay warm.
She wasnt a dog anyone wanted. Bald from the nape of her neck to the tip of her tail, she was a scrawny little black dog with little to recommend herself to anyone other than the little tricks she used to perform to amuse people. A loser dog. But then, I wasnt a person anyone wanted either. A loser in the eyes of the world. A neer do well named Jamie Fairchild, who, at the age of forty-one, had tried his luck in many places and invariably had failed. For twenty years, I had become a stranger even to the members of my own immediate family. I didnt want a dog. I wasnt even looking for one. But God has a way of intervening, regardless of our hopes, dreams, and personal wills, not necessarily giving one what one wants but what one needs. Th ey tole me you needed me, Betsy told me. Who told you? My superior offi cers, she smiled, elevating her chin toward heaven. Th ings hasnt been goin so well with ya these past twenty years. I hear tell ya had big dreams once, but you went bust, was homeless jes like me fer awhiles. I also hear tell them folks of yourn aint much of a family. But then, mine twerent neither. I hears ya likes adventure, aint afeerd of takin risks. I aint either. I also hear tell ya likes to perform. I does too. But ya lost your confi dence along the way. Well, Im here to give it back to ya. Before long, Betsy was putting me through my paces. Ah-ten-tion! shed bark at me. Th ats what our C.O. always barked at the fellas I worked with in New Guinea. Saunders was his name. Man, he was a doll, but he could also be one mean sonofabitch, let me tell ya. When Saunders barked them orders, them guys all shot up straight as ramrods. Shoulders up, ass in, chest out. Now, lissen up, Pop. Ah-ten-tion! Git that chin up! What goods it doin hangin down thataways on your collarbone? Well, no one would be able to cuff me under it if its hanging down. Lissen, Pop, she would say. No ones gonna cuff you under the chin. And if they does, Ill take care of em so good, they wont need to wear no shoes! No one messes with a Marine. Not if they know whats good for em. Now lissen up! Chin up! Shoulders back! Ass in! Awkward as these unaccustomed positions felt to me, I complied with her commands. Yeah, her muzzle widened into a grin. Th ats more like it, Daddy. If Betsy had set me onto the road of physical exercise, she also corrected my posture. If it hadnt been for the disciplines that she imposed upon me, Id now be a walking question mark. Why are ya walkin with your shoulders down on your chest? shed bark. You wanna be a hunchback one day? No, I said. Th en stand straight and stop hangin your head, she said. How are ya ever goin to see where youre a-goin lookin down at the ground all the time? You look at the ground when you sniff , Id say. Yeah, but thats only to get the smell of direction. Its in the dog world what you call a map in the human one. But ya caint go nowheres by always lookin at the map. Time comes when youve gotta keep your eye on the road. Th is was the army now, and I had become Private Jamie to Sergeant Betsy. When I would slump down into that easy chair, one of whose armrests she had completely disemboweled, and had sunk into those pointless ruminations about what I should or should not have done so many years before, Betsy would approach my feet and deposit at them the tug o war rope, fall back on her rear haunches, her big brown eyes shining with excited anticipation, her muzzle dropped open in an eager smile. Come on, Dad, lets play. Oh, please, not now, Betsy, Id say. Oh yes, now, she insisted. Come on. What goods settin there goin over things you caint do nuthin bout? When you does stuff like this, youre like me when a fl ea gets on my tail and I keep tryin to bite it off of it, but the more I turns around, that tail jes keep gittin further away from me. Memories is like fl eas, Dad. You chew on em too long, they gets your tail sore. Ya gotta keep your eye on your star. Th eres one up yonder thats yourn and yourn alone. Keep your eye on it, and it wont be forgettin ya. You jes take a hold on my tail, Pop, and Ill take ya to your highest dreams.
The fully updated autobiography of Tony 'A.P.' McCoy, Grand National and BBC SPORTS PERSONALITY OF THE YEAR winner and unquestionably the greatest jump jockey ever. Tony 'A.P.' McCoy is without doubt the greatest and most successful jump jockey of all time. He has collected a record 16 consecutive jump-jockey titles to date, since 1992 he has ridden more than 3,000 winners, saying 'I never stop dreaming of the day I'll reach 4,000', and in 2002 he beat Sir Gordon Richards's record of 269 winners in a season by riding 289. In April 2010, A.P. achieved his lifelong ambition when he won the Grand National at Aintree on Don't Push It. It was his 15th attempt to win the race, a victory that captured the public's imagination and further enhanced a glittering career in which he had seemingly won all there was to win. It was the missing piece in the racing jigsaw for a champion jockey who had already had famous victories in the King George VI Chase, Champion Hurdle, Champion Chase and Cheltenham Gold Cup. This powerfully honest autobiography looks at life at the very top in National Hunt racing, and includes the highs and lows of A.P. winning his second Gold Cup, in 2012 on Synchronised, fifteen years after his first, only to see the horse put down after a fall in that year's Grand National. These are the memoirs of a true champion, an icon of sport, whose astonishing achievements are unlikely to be surpassed. It is a great story of courage and modesty, pain and professional setbacks, strong family values and sporting triumphs, the good guy coming first - and staying there.
An Officers Love Story was inspired by a dream I had! It is a gift to me from God and Great Masters! a gift for pulling from the Ethereal Realm The Latest Testament! It is the book of all books, of all time! It contains Masters Master Keys of Pitch Black Philosopher Stones, and Universal Scrolls! the frequency vibration rate of the universe is Aum! When Aum enters man it is Om! Aum permeates all; through our foods, air, manna, dew, elements, sunbeams, breaths, medulla oblongata and the crown of our head! Everything is in Aum! Oms in everything! Om is Lifetrons and Lightrons units of R.N.A. messages making mans D.N.A. do what it does; attract reproduce and submit to the will of God: this book is bodacious truth! And Im giving it to the world, all at once! It is a direct result of the good karmic seeds, I have sown! And I share these gifts of grace with you once again! Volume two will be published by early 2012! It will usher in the Golden Age, and stand for all times! This story is about everything I have ever seen done felt thought and dreamt! It is the culmination of every book I have ever read! And all the cosmic experiences the Masters have led me to! It is the absolute total sum culmination of all of my past lives, that Allah has allotted my little soul light! Its all that I have witnessed, learned, and thought that I have learned! All the love and experiences with women! Every sex act: all of the people I have encountered along the way! Even the shadows are in this deep well! Every movie or commercial! Every documentary and historic event! Every celebrity or politician speech! Every game, game show! Everything! Even Trumps Apprentice! My eternal souls experiences and expressions for a billion years! all that I have experienced, done, seen and thought of, are in An Officers love Story! I Am The Biggest Blackest Man Ever! Bar None! And Im Conducting The Biggest Blackest Soul Train, Ascending, Into Heaven! Welcome aboard! And behold me bring this dream to life!! This is my sixth book to be published by the one and only Xlibris Corporation @Xlibris.com! They are the very best! Check out my website WWW.TheLatestTestament.org And WWW.AnOfficersLoveStory.org. This creation was the easiest to write! It is my longest book, and was the easiest to bring forth! It originated from a dream I had last year in April or May of 2010! Easy because all I have to do is turn on my computer, sit, place my hands in the typing position, and wallah, the words begin flowing! I use the music playing on my radio now, my recordings, and all of the music I have ever heard! All of the art Ive seen! All of the places I have been! I use the television, sounds from outside, the bumblebee buzzing by, the birds, ants and the dogs barking from across the way! I use every book, phrase and word Ive ever read! From Baldwin to Hess! Alex Haley, Eldridge Cleaver Malcolm, Kalil Gabrion, George Jackson; the Holy Bible, Koran, Upanishads, Bahagavad Gita, Vedas, Yoga Philosophy, Kabala, the Rosicrucians and John Shaft! Damn right! Everything! Lottee, Dottie and the whole damn party! And from every extra sensory perception! Every visit, from Great Divine Masters; Jesus, Babaji etc.! Babaji is Purely Omnipervasive! Yogananda, Thirumoolar, the Magnificent Siddhas! And The 5 Phases of the Kriya Yoga Tradition! Every song and every sound Ive ever heard! Every hour days months and years, I spent in Kriya concentration, breathing Pranayamas, looking and waiting for meditation that came to me, as bliss on the waves of Om! And every body strengthening, and employed mental forces exercise I have ever undergone! Every poor board I have broken! All of the people I have taught martial arts to! All of the years of dynamic instructions I have joyfully received! Every event, that happened to, and around me in the military, and while sailing the seas! Every order that I have
Few things inspire more picture-taking—and more scrapbook-making—than a new baby. Even those who have never arranged a photograph on a page suddenly feel motivated to preserve every precious milestone, from first smile to first step. Kodak is here, as always, to help them do it beautifully, with more than 100 easy and exciting ideas from the very best contemporary artists. Parents will see how the experts showcase adorable images of babies from birth to age two, and with each delightful example they’ll learn ways to make background pages, embellish layouts, and create a journal to treasure for generations. Special how-to information will enable readers to recreate every special effect. And, since great scrapbooks begin with great photos, KODAK Books offers insights and guidelines for getting unforgettable pictures of baby.
The seventh volume in Knopf’s critically acclaimed Complete Lyrics series, published in Johnny Mercer’s centennial year, contains the texts to more than 1,200 of his lyrics, several hundred of them published here for the first time. Johnny Mercer’s early songs became staples of the big band era and were regularly featured in the musicals of early Hollywood. With his collaborators, who included Richard A. Whiting, Harry Warren, Hoagy Carmichael, Jerome Kern, and Harold Arlen, he wrote the lyrics to some of the most famous standards, among them, “Too Marvelous for Words,” “Jeepers Creepers,” “Skylark,” “I’m Old-Fashioned,” and “That Old Black Magic.” During a career of more than four decades, Mercer was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Song an astonishing eighteen times, and won four: for his lyrics to “On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe” (music by Warren), “In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening” (music by Carmichael), and “Moon River” and “Days of Wine and Roses” (music for both by Henry Mancini). You’ve probably fallen in love with more than a few of Mercer’s songs–his words have never gone out of fashion–and with this superb collection, it’s easy to see that his lyrics elevated popular song into art.
