Hockey Legends

Rating:
Summary: Pretty poor book
Review: in the Buck a Bookstores located throughout the New England region.

Shockingly enough, my book was in the stores too.
I'm investigating if Pedro, Manny or Jurassic Carl were involved with that happening.

Rating:
Summary: Where's the Hockey?
Review: Jeff Jacobs is a genius. That isn't a word I throw around lightly, mind you; I reserve it for the true greats in any field--people like Alphonse Mucha, Peter North, and Ian Ziering. Jeff Jacobs, it turns out, is a genius in his chosen field of hornswaggling. I bought this book expecting a book about the greats of ice hockey. Ivan Lebre! Mike Liut! Pat Verbeek!

Instead, Jacobs has chosen to expose readers who unwittingly purchase his book to his invented brands of hockey. And boy, do I ever hope these aren't widely played. First, there are the expected, once you figure out you've been duped: the description of Tonsil Hockey, which I don't have to explain, is littered with Jacobs' fantasies about who he'd like to play Tonsil Hockey with: Michael Bloomberg, the now-departed Queen Mum, and a young man named Sameer for whom Jacobs seems to have an unrequited lust.

Then there's Genital Hockey, which as I understand it--I only read a few pages before skipping this chapter in disgust--involves slapping one's member repeatedly against used, unwashed sporting goods that once belonged to professional athletes (Jacobs is a big fan of Derek Jeter). Based on this chapter alone, this should not have been marketed as a pop-up book for kids. The same caveat applies to the chapter on Rectal Hockey.

All in all, a shameful book. I don't know why Honcho Publishing agreed to be a part of this fiasco.

Rating:
Summary: A trite examination of alternative lifestyles
Review: Lots of good info. I'm know as a hockey nut where I live. And this book is one of the best. If you are tring to get into the game or just want to learn about a few legends of days gone by. Get this book!

Rating:
Summary: Pretty poor book
Review: No consistency. Poorly written. Finished reading the book with an idea that the author put this book together on a few raint weeekends.

Rating:
Summary: Has Jeff Jacobs ever even watched a hockey game?
Review: Terrible. Easily the worst hockey book ever written. Ranking the Detroit octopus as one of his 10 greatest blue-liners? Unbelievable.

Mine came with pages missing.

Rating:
Summary: I'd Sing a Broadway Show tune for this book
Review: This book was amazing. What I liked most was the author's passionate feelings for the great Mike Liut. The way he writes about how taut he gripped his stick as the speeding pucks tried to penetrate the soft inner folds of the goal net made me weep. I believed the author when he stated so honestly that he would have given his all to be one of those pucks as it traveled at lightning speed for the hole. I wept again. However what I did not understandis why Jacobs spent so much time speaking about the goalie's 3 hole and how badly he wanted to score there. Overall I found his affection for this team overwhelming and his desire to once again have a team in Hartford that no one cares about playing their games in a mall that hosts flea markets and monster truck pulls and the WWE quite moving. I rate this 3 checks out of 5.

Oh and Goldberg rules!!!