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Summary: personal side of the outspoken Jet receiver
Review: A great story about life inside an NFL player. Key talks about his feelings toward John Robinson, Rich Kotite, Neil O'Donnell and other coaches & players. The former USC receiver gives you a diary of the tumultuous 1-15 '96 Jets season.
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Summary: I haven't read this yet because I can't find it but...
Review: Any book that cuts up Neil O'Donnell is alright with me! You go dogg
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Summary: Keyshawn just trips me out
Review: First of all let me start off by saying that i'm not the biggest fan of Keyshawn, as a matter of fact he is probably my least favorite NFL player, I always found him to be arrogant, and this book just proved my point even more. The whole book he complains that he is not being paid enough, he hates on his coaches. When he gets the ball, I have yet soon him to put up the numbers he claims he can get. I always wondered why Shawn King was benched, even though he led tampa bay pretty far the season he started, I was not surprised to hear rumors that keyshawn had something to do with it. He proved in this book that its all about the money for him, not the love of the game. If I was a coach I would not want him on my team. The only thing I liked what Mr. Johnson had to say, especially with the new ruled that was pass allowing guys to enter the draft to play football without playing college football, is that there is nothing like playing college football. Again, this is just my opinion of Mr.JOhnson, I could be totally wrong, he could be the most humble player in the NFL.
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Summary: Just give me the damn ball
Review: he says, "they cant stop me, their coaches no they cant stop me, they wish they had a reciever like me"its all heart Its simple, you throw him the ball and he will catch it.
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Summary: A great no bull NFL biography
Review: In this wonderful biography Keyshawn sayes what really happens in football. It ia a must read for any football fan. He tells it like it is on things like agents, his life, the NFL, and the Jets 1-15 season.
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Summary: He's backed it all up
Review: Keyshawn and I were hired to write an honest account of what he went through during his rookie season -- whether the New York Jets won the Super Bowl and he was MVP or they went 1-15, which, unfortunately, is what happened. It's not a flowery, sugar-coated account -- it's honest and real and Keyshawn was brave enough to tell the truth. Now that the Jets are enjoying their best season in history, go back and read this and you'll understand a lot more about a remarkable football player!!! We got ripped throughout the country, but we had a lot of fun with it all. He was right about a lot of his opinions and he's backed up his words with his talent. Thanks -- Shelley Smith
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Summary: Big Ups to Keyshawn
Review: Keyshawn brings the funk in this astonishing literary triumph. I laughed; I cried -- it was better than "Cats." It's clear Keyshawn is misunderstood -- he has the eye of the tiger and heart of a champion, and he can't be faded. If you are seeking the 4-1-1 on the real, G, this is the book for you. Mad props to Keyshawn and a shout out to all the J-e-t-s Jets Jets Jets.
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Summary: Big Ups to Keyshawn
Review: Keyshawn brings the funk in this astonishing literary triumph. I laughed; I cried -- it was better than "Cats." It's clear Keyshawn is misunderstood -- he has the eye of the tiger and heart of a champion, and he can't be faded. If you are seeking the 4-1-1 on the real, G, this is the book for you. Mad props to Keyshawn and a shout out to all the J-e-t-s Jets Jets Jets.
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Summary: understated, bold, brilliant
Review: Keyshawn Johnson's memoir, Just Give me the Damn Ball, is a chronicle of one man's journey to understand himself. The "Ball" as every reader of Johnson's prose understands, is not an actual leather ball, but a metaphor for the unnameable phatom that evades all of us, and the thing that can give us, if we could just get our hands on it, a true spiritual balance that could once and for all stop the longing we all feel and that some people attribute to our being made in the image of a creator to satisfy this creater's longing. Using a musical and lyrical style, he paints a portrait of the difficulties and obstacles faced by many of our young men in this country today. And he pulls no punches; make no mistake, Keyshawn writes like he plays: often dropping the "ball", but rarely failing to dwell in those small moments of triumph. While the narrative is first person, the voice Johnson achieves can give an impression of almost total detachment. He describes his battles as uphill conquests, relaying little detail other than those of his own ability to catch the "ball", though we all know no one can hold on to the ball forever. Johnson understands this, though he never comes to the point where he feels comfortable saying it. The idea that one thing, the ball in this case, can satisfy a being, one made of skin and nerves and thick red blood, is nothing new, but Johnson is able to breath life into it by creating a world where we, while, at our core, understanding that the grasp of one object could never satisfy our depths, the pursuit of this object could give a life purpose and, ultimately, could satisfy the pointed ends of the "ball" which would only leave the middle, and though the middle could never be satisfied, the pursuit of it all, the endless journey we put ourselves in, is one that will one day be rewarded. But when will we know for sure?
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Summary: understated, bold, brilliant
Review: Keyshawn Johnson's memoir, Just Give me the Damn Ball, is a chronicle of one man's journey to understand himself. The "Ball" as every reader of Johnson's prose understands, is not an actual leather ball, but a metaphor for the unnameable phatom that evades all of us, and the thing that can give us, if we could just get our hands on it, a true spiritual balance that could once and for all stop the longing we all feel and that some people attribute to our being made in the image of a creator to satisfy this creater's longing. Using a musical and lyrical style, he paints a portrait of the difficulties and obstacles faced by many of our young men in this country today. And he pulls no punches; make no mistake, Keyshawn writes like he plays: often dropping the "ball", but rarely failing to dwell in those small moments of triumph. While the narrative is first person, the voice Johnson achieves can give an impression of almost total detachment. He describes his battles as uphill conquests, relaying little detail other than those of his own ability to catch the "ball", though we all know no one can hold on to the ball forever. Johnson understands this, though he never comes to the point where he feels comfortable saying it. The idea that one thing, the ball in this case, can satisfy a being, one made of skin and nerves and thick red blood, is nothing new, but Johnson is able to breath life into it by creating a world where we, while, at our core, understanding that the grasp of one object could never satisfy our depths, the pursuit of this object could give a life purpose and, ultimately, could satisfy the pointed ends of the "ball" which would only leave the middle, and though the middle could never be satisfied, the pursuit of it all, the endless journey we put ourselves in, is one that will one day be rewarded. But when will we know for sure?
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