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4.0 out of 5 stars
Six Degrees of Dick Schaap, March 30, 2002
Dick Schaap knew everyone, and everyone knew Dick Schaap. For further proof, one need only scroll down to the bottom of [amazon.com's] page about "Flashing Before My Eyes", to the section which reads: "Customers who bought titles by Dick Schaap also bought titles by these authors". There, you'll find the names Don Zimmer and Mike Lupica (two other recent sports autobiographies)... as well as Mario Batali, and J.K. Rowling. Clearly this was a man with distinct crossover appeal.I regret that I cam to read "Flashing Before My Eyes" only after Mr. Schaap's untimely passing at the end of 2001, for it had been on my Wish List since its original publication date. "Flashing" is a witty, urbane read, a book you can polish off in a couple of hours and yet one whose anecdotes will remain with you for quite some time. Schaap's nature was to listen and observe, and after a half-century of journalism, he collected anecdotes about everyone from Bill Clinton to Bill Lee, Bob Knight to Bobby Kennedy, from Norman Mailer to Reggie Jackson. Along the way are some terrific insights into writing and the state of journalism today, but never once will you feel as if you've been bashed over the head with the author's personal opinions. It's easy for a longtime sports figure to turn his autobiography into a political manifesto (after reading Nolan Ryan's book, I was surprised to learn that he wasn't running for office), but like Don Zimmer's book, Schaap's is remarkably issue-free and hatchet-free, wry but never bitter. He was a terrific observer, who saw everything but kvetched about little. And yet, you still get into Schaap's head and understand what he was really thinking at all times. He walked that fine line remarkable well. If nothing else, read this book for the stories. The most revealing moments are the chapters on the Watts riots, Bobby Kennedy, and gay Olympic decathlete Tom Waddell. My favorite quote is from Reggie Jackson, as I once heard Schaap relate on ESPN Classic... "The magnitude of me". If Dick Schaap hadn't been so modest and self-deprecating, that line could well have been this book's title.
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