The other night a young news-side guy was talking about the old Knicks and I offered to lend him Axthelm's book. He'd never heard of it. He said, "Hey, I'll trade you! I just finished Bill Simmons' book on basketball (from a couple years ago)." He looked astonished when I said that I don't want to read anything by that douchebag. It did come out a little harsher than I intended. He probably doesn't understand the visceral reaction from some sports veterans, and in fact I'm not even sure he knows I am a product of sports departments. He just seemed bewildered, as if he expected me to expand on that by saying Bill had poisoned my dog years ago or cut in front of me at the buffet table.