Rodman was arrested last night on "suspicion of domestic violence" after an altercation he had with a woman at an hotel in Century City. The woman had a bruise on her arm and police said that, during their investigation, they found out Rodman hit her. Right now, he's out on $50,000 bail, waiting for this whole mess to sort itself out.

What's even more disturbing than the crime may be Rodman's agent, Steve Simon, who actually had this to say after the whole ordeal:

"The legal process will sort itself out.I'm kind of waiting for the facts to unfold because it's really uncharacteristic for him."

Really. Really?

It appears Steve Simon might be even more delusional than Dennis Rodman.

Ex-NBA star arrested in domestic violence case [LA Times]

Rent Rodman

(UPDATE: Congratulations to Thrillist Chicago: This is an April Fools Day site, and they punked us. Color us impressed. Good work, gentlemen.)

But beyond that we say, why so negative? Why can't it be the five best movie performances by an athlete-turned-actor? (Waves magic wand) Ding! And so it shall.

After the jump, we present associate editor Rick Chandler's guide to excellent athlete performances.

Worst Athlete Turned Actors [MSNBC]
The Thing With Two Heads [BlackHorrorMovies.com]

5. Johnny Weissmuller, Tarzan. Weissmuller won five Olympic swimming gold medals and one bronze medal, won 52 U.S. National Championships and set 67 world records. And starred in 12 Tarzan movies. When Mark Spitz jumps into the river from the back of a wildebeest and subdues a crocodile, get back to me.

4. Jim Brown, 100 Rifles. Simply put, Jim Brown kicks ass. He kicked German ass in The Dirty Dozen, he kicked Federali ass in Rio Conchos, and he even kicked alien ass in Mars Attacks! And he kicks ass here, with the added bonus of some sex scenes with Raquel Welch; pretty unconventional stuff for 1969.

3. Woody Strode, Sergeant Rutledge. Now practically lost in the mists of time, John Ford's remarkable 1960 western co-starred Strode as a cavalry sergeant falsely accused of rape and murder. Not a conventional Ford effort, and Strode was no conventional man; he was one of the first black players in the NFL (Los Angeles Rams, 1946) and was also a decathlete at UCLA.

2. Kareem Abdul Jabbar, Airplane. A couple things we'll bet you didn't know: Pete Rose was originally supposed to play Kareem's role in this film ... and David Letterman had a screen test for the role of Ted Striker. We're so glad it ended up as it did.

1. Burt Reynolds, Deliverance. Buddy Reynolds was a star high school halfback in Florida before earning all-conference honors at the same position at Florida State. It was only due to multiple knee injuries that he turned to acting, and with Deliverance, well, what can you say? A defining moment in American film. And even without it, he'd still get the top nod for The Longest Yard. Or Rent-a-Cop.

Dennis Rodman still has a little game left in him. Very little, people. The 6'7" athlete was impossible to miss during a game of street ball with some Spud Webb sized players for an upcoming movie.

You see, Dennis Rodman is tall, and those little people are so ... little. Can you imagine the visual incongruity of such a big man working with such small men? It's a movie! Print it! It's a wrap!

Little People, Big Dennis Rodman [The Basketball Jones]
Is It Too Late To Cast Tom Cruise? [Deadspin]

You know, we're starting to think that basketball just isn't gonna be the most important part of the weekend in Las Vegas.

(SCENE: Inside the head of every NBA superstar invited to this party)

Well, you know, it IS Scores ... but man, Dennis? Why's Dennis gotta be there? Honestly, man: I can't keep pretending I'll talk to our GM for him anymore. I just can't.

Still: SCORES.)

• Robin Leach has a blog.

• Vince Neil had a surprise birthday party — he's 46. 46! — at the Palms Fantasy Tower. Attendees included Criss Angel (whom Leach breathlessly describes as "magic's 21st century Houdini!" Seriously, Robin, what happened to you, man?), Dennis Rodman, Jason Giambi and "celebrity colorist" Michael Boychuck.

• Oh, and lest we forget: The Sex Cannon Rex Grossman was there, with Playmates! They were playing blackjack until 2 a.m., at which time they moved to the craps table. There, Grossman took out one of the Playmates' eyes with the dice.

• Seriously, what happened to Robin Leach?

Criss Angel's Brush With Death In Las Vegas [VegasPopular]

(Any mention of the Sex Cannon is required to be accompanied by a reference to where it all started.)

Fortunately, the Globetrotters have a game scheduled for NBA All-Star weekend that could be significantly more fun than anything they've done against the Washington Generals. (Who are now called the New York Nationals, but that's another story for another time.)

The Globetrotters will play Dennis Rodman's Bad Boy All-Stars Feb. 17 in Las Vegas as the second game of a doubleheader. Rodman is still working out the details of the Bad Boy All-Stars roster, but I'd like to see Eddie Griffin for the way he'd change the Globetrotters' pull-down-the-pants routine, and Awvee Storey in case the Globetrotters take their trash talking too far.

Rodman, Vegas, Bridal Gown? [Los Angeles Times]

This picture, of our old pal Dennis Rodman, was taken over the weekend in Las Vegas. We're not much more we can add to it, except that the sad part is that it wasn't for Halloween.

Also, we're afraid to ask what these ladies are mining for.

Deadspin Field Trip: Rodman's Book Signing [Deadspin]

Dennis Rodman will star as the coach of a dwarf hoops squad in "The Minis," with Verne Troyer as one of his players. "Me and Mini-Me," Rodman says. "It'll be wild." Cameras roll in 2007.

OK, now, we haven't talked to Darren Prince about this yet, but this sounds like the most amazing movie that has ever been conceptualized. (Well, better than Crash, anyway.) You see, Dennis will look even taller. Will he learn how to rally his miniature team around its leader and overcome adversity? We'd like to officially our services as public relations representative for this film. The word must be spread.

What If I Were To Tell You ... [Dirty Laundry]
Deadspin HOF Nominee: Darren Prince [Deadspin]

And the winning bidder? Definitely not Darren Prince. Why would you think that?

No One Will Pay To Spend Halloween With Dennis Rodman [Starplus News Blog]
A Night Out With Dennis [eBay]
Happy Holidays From The Princes [Deadspin]

Plenty of people have trouble staying away from work and "retiring." It's commonplace these days to stop the career job and embark on a second one soon after. Whether for money, boredom or a spiritual quest for inner peace, there seems to be a number of people who just have a real hard time staying retired. Except for coal miners. They seem pretty content to stay put once they're done.

Jose Canseco's return to semi-professional baseball inspired hope. Not just in former steroid users/authors/reality stars everywhere, but former athletes as well. If you stuck an ear to the ground during the not-so-unceremonious return and subsequent trade of America's favorite lunkheaded Cuban eunuch, you could hear the wistful longing of players whom may have retired/re-retired too quickly.

Lucky for you, I've sat down with my handy magical handicapping aggregator, a crystal ball and a box of Fig Newtons to give you a crop of athletes who might make a comeback and their subsequent odds of return. Please, jump with me.

Rickey Henderson: 1/1

After semi-officially "retiring" from the Surf Dawgs last year, the Rickeycanstillplay drum started to beat a little louder after the Subway Series. The close-up shot of a mumbling Rickey in the stands, dressed in cabana wear, sporting a tastefully subtle 1,406 diamond necklace was just the build up — the interview is what really mattered: He still insists he can play in the major leagues. A couple more Yankee outfielders go down, and we'll see what happens. Regardless, it's a strong bet that he'll show up on a roster somewhere in 2007, back to analyzing his swing in the nude and gushing over his love of fine cuisine.

Mike Tyson : 2/1

Tyson is the Guns 'N Roses of professional athletes. Those who grew up during his dominance in the ring (and on NES) still have a soft spot Iron Mike's lunacy and sheer power. And regardless of what shape he's in, what comes out of his mouth, how despicable and odd his behavior may be, if you put Tyson in the ring with anybody, it's a pay-per-view event and a lot of people are buying. Regardless of whether or not he can throw a punch or not, there's always the sense that something is going to go terribly, terribly wrong when he fights. With a heavyweight division that is still in search of personality and life, throw enough money at Iron Mike and he'll step back into the ring. Even if he has to fight a black bear, a baby elephant or Buckethead.

Dennis Rodman: 3/1

He's on the back end of 40 and boozes it up like a young Hollywood starlet (then subsequently bangs them), but, if anything, his body has displayed a remarkable ability to bounce back regardless of how much he incrementally abuses it. And, regardless of what people think of him personally, there's still a small section of the population willing to pay to see him play. So, every day is an opportunity for Rodman to latch on to a small market professional basketball team somewhere on the planet — or other sport where his services could be put to use, like, say, the UFC. Tell me you wouldn't pay to see Rodzilla take on Tim Sylvia in the Octagon? Or Vlade Divac even? Actually, that fight should totally happen ...

Michael Jordan: 6/1

Don't be fooled by the suit. We've seen it before. And the Charlotte Bobcats are a perfect place for Jordan 4.0 to launch. Up-and-coming team, little visibility, the lack of a true gamebreaker — and the same exact facial hair as Adam Morrison. It's a long shot, but not for lack of shape or cigar lungs; it's the pride thing. After the not-so-heroic return to the NBA court with the Wizards and the realization that he turned Kwame Brown into his personal Private Pyle, he may be a little more hesitant to hop back into the Nikes this season. But if the Bobcats start losing close games, this line bumps a bit.

Barry Sanders 8/1

Although he's a little chubbier, close to 40 and still has the demeanor of a man who's been de-programmed, Sanders may still have a little juke left in him. His stature could be an advantage at this stage, given that his elusiveness was what made him so tricky to take down as opposed to his speed. Plus, he's heavily vested in an Oklahoma bank. Interest rate hikes will probably put a damper on the wallet, and there are mouths to feed. A quick one-year contract as a back-up on a team searching for running back depth is not plausible, but not impossible.

As always, we reiterate that if you can't find something fascinating on YouTube, you're not even trying.

This week's random finding involves everybody's favorite retiree, Dennis Rodman, and his appearance last year in the 2005 Wife Carrying Competition in Finland. It's pretty much the most bizarre promotion for GoldenPalace.com that we can imagine, but it must have worked, because we're still talking about it, even if it's just to shake our heads in befuddlement.

Dennis Rodman Wife Carrying Competition [YouTube]

• Dennis Rodman hangs out in the same strip clubs as John Elway. Also, Dennis carries garbage bags full of cash into strip clubs with him. At least, so says the Las Vegas Review-Journal.

• No blog has covered the AT&T Pebble Peach Pro-Am as thoroughly as The Sports Frog. Get your Clambake coverage here.

• Ron Artest, probably not helping his chances of being selected to the '08 Olympic basketball team, calls team boss Jerry Colangelo "Collangelina." He also believes he's a little bit too hood for the Olympics.

• There's no better way to get to know some Winter Olympians than listening to their interviews on Sports Bloggers Live. Snowboarders Shaun White and Hannah Teter are impossible to dislike.

• Ray Lewis may want out of Baltimore. The mayor of Baltimore, sensing an opportunity to lower the city's crime rate, endorses the move.

As if to prove it, Rodman will play with England's Brighton Bears this Saturday, in a One Time Exhibition. It's his first "game" since playing a game in Finland in November.

We feel obliged to point out one other part of this "story;" Rodman, when exiting the Big Brother house, claims that he has "had sex with almost 2,000 women." Of course, Wilt Chamberlain's number of 20,000 is the most famous statistic in all of sports, a figure that would have required him to have averaged 1.2 women per day from age 15 until his death in 1999 at the age of 63. Doing the math here, the 2,000 women would require Rodman, who is 44, to have sex with six different women a month from age 15 until now. Terrifyingly, that almost doesn't sound unreasonable.

Dennis' Interview: "I'm Still A Star" [Big Brother]
Legend Rodman Signs For Brighton [BBC News]

As Rodman's manager told us, Rodman was "offered the highest salary for a reality-based program oversees (sic)." A Deadspin spy "oversees" informs us:

The show started last night and from the moment he walked into the house he had his shades & baseball cap on and wouldn't take them off.

The funniest moment was his reaction when he walked in to the house to see Traci Bingham - whom he clearly had some sort of thing with at some stage.

Anyway, he started cracking on to the Blonde girl but was hilariously ridiculous - one time when talking to her, he turns to another guest and goes "is she shaved?"

Yeah. Blackballed from the NBA. That's the ticket.

Big Brother [Channel 4]
Dennis Rodman, Reality Star [Deadspin]

Anyway, we hear all kinds of rumblings that Dennis Rodman, who is hugely popular in Finland, man, could be one of the members of England's Celebrity Big Brother, their original (and more successful) version of the reality show. Others rumored to be included are Macaulay Culkin, Joan Rivers and, depressingly, Pogues frontman Shane McGowan. If we hear back from Mr. Prince, we'll let you know, because, well, all right, we're the only ones who care. But still.

Celebrity Big Brother [BBC]

Introducing Darren Prince [Deadspin]
Rodman's Diligent Representation [Deadspin]
Deadspin Field Trip: Rodman's Book Signing [Deadspin]

The former NBA star [jumped onstage and] doffed his shirt and pulled down his pants to expose his backside, prompting a disgusted Tiesto to storm offstage. "Rodman chased after him, screaming that that he was sorry and for him to come back," says a witness. A club spokesman confirmed that Rodman was escorted out when Tiesto refused to return to his turntables until "The Worm" was shown the door.

You can probably guess who the next quote in the story is. "They did not throw him out. I swear," said Rodman's agent Darren Prince. "We walked up on stage, and the deejay stopped playing, and the crowd was screaming, 'Rodman, Rodman, Rodman.' [Tiesto] did refuse to come back on, though, so that is true. He must have been p-d, I guess, but the crowd loved [Rodman]."

We can't really get worked up about this anymore, except to say that we suspect Prince is wearing one of those earpiece translators they use at the United Nations that makes every sound he hears — included a combination of boos and horrified screams upon witnessing a 40-somethings backside — sound like "Rodman! Rodman! Rodman!"

Rodman's On-Stage Crack Attack [NY Post]
Introducing Darren Prince [Deadspin]

Deadspin Dennis Rodman Archive [Deadspin]
I Should Be Dead By Now [Amazon]
American Basketball Association [Official Site]

(Update: It appears Rodman and his "agent" says nobody told them about the book signing. We present you that fact without comment.)

(Second Update: Rodman uber-manager Steve Simon writes us: "In all honestly, there never was a book signing scheduled. Rather, it was an ill-conceived attempt by the owner of the SF team to create more promotion and, in the long run, he didn t have enough time or brains to order the books and unfortunately wound up making everyone look foolish." So you know.)

Our Field Trip To "Quite Frankly" [Deadspin]
Deadspin Field Trip: Rodman's Book Signing [Deadspin]

This one was from Steve Simon, Rodman's manager, and is pretty much solid proof that Rodman's is being represented by people we went to junior high with. Highlights include:

As Vice President of Prince Marketing Group and part of the management team of Mr. Rodman, I have to say that you coudln't possibly come off looking like a bigger tool. Even worse are the comments on the bottom of the page by degernerates who have nothing better to do between reruns of Charles in Charge that they feel the need to kiss your butt.

...
P.S. I remember you at the appearance yesterday and Dennis told me at the time that he couldn't wait until you left because you didn't actually take care of the grooming part of your daily routine yesterday.

We are sorry about our lack of personal grooming; sometimes you get to watching so many "Charles in Charge" reruns that you lose track of time.

Honestly, we're starting to feel really bad for Rodman; we thought it was his fault that his "career" had been languishing so much. But now we're wondering with the right management team if he couldn't be hosting the Oscars.

Full email from Mr. Simon after the jump. To be fair, when we contacted Simon this morning to confirm the email was, in fact, from him, he was more measured and sedate, even reasonable. He even sent us that photo of Rodman and him. So that's nice. And he is better groomed than us, we'll give him that.

From: Steve Simon
To: tips@deadspin.com

Who the heck do you think you are? You are one of the losers who sits on the sidelines and pokes fun at others while never actually doing something on your own.

As Vice President of Prince Marketing Group and part of the management team of Mr. Rodman, I have to say that you coudln't possibly come off looking like a bigger tool. Even worse are the comments on the bottom of the page by degernerates who have nothing better to do between reruns of Charles in Charge that they feel the need to kiss your butt.

Mr. Rodman set the single game attendance record during his recent game in Finland, drew hoards of media during his lates book signing and sold thousands of books in the process, was just offered the highest salary for a reality-based program oversees and has one of the highest Q-ratings in the country. Pathetic? I think not.

By the way, what do I need to get a job with your miniscule website?
P.S. I remember you at the appearance yesterday and Dennis told me at the time that he couldn't wait until you left because you didn't actually take care of the grooming part of your daily routine yesterday.

Take care, loser.

Steven Simon
Prince Marketing Group
Vice President - Talent Representation

Introducing Darren Prince [Deadspin]

Well, we'd heard rumblings of Prince's email temper before, but now we get to see it firsthand. We just received a pretty fired-up email from Mr. Prince that we'd be remiss if we didn't share it with you. To quote:

My name is Darren Prince and I am Dennis Rodman's agent.

How pathetic are you or maybe financially compared to Dennis how broke are you or sexually you probably have not had the amount of women your whole life that Dennis has had just in the past year.

... Dennis Rodman proved yesterday he still has massive staying power. Just like when he was in Finland playing basketball last week and China and Mexico the month before.

... Dennis Rodman did not need to stand there you asshole and soak up media yesterday. He did what he always did and that is cause a riot with the paparazzi who was loving every minute of it.

He then requests a retraction or we can "count on my other 2 clients Magic Johnson and Smokin' Joe Frazier never doing interviews with you as well." We consider this a difficult call. No retraction, or Smokin' Joe? Is there an option C?

Oh, there's all kinds of more goodness after the jump, as we present the full email. Do enjoy. Darren Prince, ladies and gentlemen.

From: Darren Prince
To: tips@deadspin.com
Date/Time: 11:45 AM

Hey:

My name is Darren Prince and I am Dennis Rodman's agent.

How pathetic are you or maybe financially compared to Dennis how broke are you or sexually you probably have not had the amount of women your whole life that Dennis has had just in the past year.

Not to mention most of his are A listers from Hollywood that no one knows about.

This story is by far the most untrue piece of bullshit I have ever read.

There were 2 blocks of press and people and over 2500 people in attendance.

This pr event was more successful then the pop culture moment of the wedding dress.

Dennis Rodman proved yesterday he still has massive staying power. Just like when he was in Finland playing basketball last week and China and Mexico the month before.

He has more going on in his life than ever before and is making millions of dollars with the respect of some of the biggest Corporations in the universe.

Dennis Rodman did not need to stand there you asshole and soak up media yesterday. He did what he always did and that is cause a riot with the paparazzi who was loving every minute of it.

You must have been one of the loser kids in high school who always got beat up right or just a 3rd rate writer as you proved here barely getting by in life as you really have acheived not 1 million of one percent of the success and over coming odds like Dennis Rodman has.

Its a shame you have such a wasted life and narrow minding thinking to bash my client as we would have given you an interview with him today on the phone to discuss this pr stunt.

Unless a retraction is made count on my other 2 clients Magic Johnson and Smokin' Joe Frazier never doing interviews with you as well as I forwarded them your story which at the end of the day is all about you finding an outlet to unload about your pathetic little life you have.

Best regards loser!!!!!!!!!!

Darren Prince
BlackBerry service provided by Nextel

Deadspin Field Trip: Rodman's Book Signing [Deadspin]
Worm's Prince Writes Homer [SunStar.com]

(By the way, we're AMAZED that he typed that whole thing on a BlackBerry.)

Well, as it turns out, a "major" event for Rodman is somehow talking idiots like us to actually show up. The book, I Should Be Dead By Now, is published by Champaign, Ill.'s own Sports Publishing LLC, and that's our neck of the woods, so we felt like we owed it to them to go. Besides, you know, what's more fun than sitting out in the cold for an hour waiting for a 40-something has-been to show up? Nothing, that's what.

Our full report begins after the jump.

When we arrived in lower Manhattan at the Borders bookstore on the corner of Pine and Broadway, we noticed an immense police presence immediately. By our count, there were 20 policemen, 30 photographers and about 20 people waiting for Rodman. A amicable Brooklyn cop named Frank asked us if we were "press," and, for lack of a better answer, we said, "yes." "Youse need a better camera there," he said, and we had to agree.

We tried to make friends with the mass of photographers waiting for Rodman to show up — he was 45 minutes late — but once we said the word "Web site," they acted like we'd just run over their dog. As you can tell from this photo, they're a grizzled, grumpy group. They all seemed pretty demoralized to have this assignment; we overheard one tell another, "Is this really what I went to school for?" The other responded, "See, that was your first mistake, going to school."

A man in a suit saw us taking pictures and leaned over to ask what all the commotion was about.

"Is somebody coming by?" he said.
"I think Dennis Rodman is doing a signing here," we said.
"Is he still famous?"
"No. No, he's not."

At last, word filtered to us that Rodman and his entourage was finally approaching, and we looked up Broadway to see — of course — a hearse creeping toward, escorted by about 12 attractive women wearing far too little clothing for the conditions.

This one, in particular, was so cold you could hear her teeth chatter. We leaned over to her and asked if she wanted our jacket. She grinned slightly and shook her head. "I'd totally get in trouble," she said. "But boy, do I wish?" We started to ask her how much she was getting paid for this, but we were starting to push our luck at that point, and besides, it was time for the "show" to begin.

Three serious looking men in suits opened the back of the hearse and wheeled out the inevitable coffin. The women then took their positions and gathered around the coffin, surrounded by a bunch of guys who looked like Your Cousin Vinny. (One guy was actually wearing a jumpsuit; we probably don't need to tell you this whole event was sponsored by GoldenPalace.com.) The woman with the best public speaking skills stepped in front of the cameras and began to give a speech about "everyone coming here to lay NBA legend Dennis Rodman to rest."

Everyone yawned. She continued: "So who better to give the eulogy than the man who knew Rodman better than anyone else." Another yawn. One photographer snickered to another one, "I bet it's fuckin' warmer in that coffin than it is out here. I'd stay in there too."

Surprise! Yep ... it's Beetlejuice.

The real reason for all this silliness had arrived, and Rodman's "eulogy" consisted of posing for an endless amount of pictures. Rodman is so desperate to have his picture taken that he actually looked directly at us and mouthed "you got a good shot?" even though all we had was a little digital camera that we still haven't quite figured out how to work correctly.

Rodman stood there for about 20 frigid minutes, posing, and we decided that since we spent 25 bucks on the damn book, we might as well go inside and get it signed.

As you can tell from this photo, the "signing" had far more photographers than it did screaming fans. In fact, for a minute there, we thought there wouldn't be any fans.

And then we saw her. She was a mother, with a fat husband, two loud and bratty kids and a hat that said "Extreme Championship Wrestling." But we saw her jersey: "Bulls 91." And we remembered.

You see, Dennis Rodman used to be our favorite player in all of basketball. We even had a jersey of our own. You can have your Michael or your Kobe or your LeBron. Nobody provided us more joy in watching the game of basketball than Dennis Rodman. He was impossible not to watch; we would find ourselves beginning to root for missed shots so he could get the rebound.

Maybe it was the way he sprinted down the court like his knees had pogos in them. Maybe it was the endless diving into the crowd for loose balls. Maybe it was just the relentless, almost pathological hustle; Rodman played like his life relied upon every individual rebound, every second, every shot, every win, every loss. He was magnetic. When you strip away everything else, Rodman was a winner, someone who made everyone else on the court better. And he did it with so much passion that it wouldn't have surprised anyone if, one day, after a championship, he set himself on fire, right there at center court. And we would have loved him for it.

But that's not this Dennis Rodman. He's just another sad former athlete with nowhere to go, and nothing to do. Desperate grasps at fame have become his golf. He's not even a cartoon anymore; he's a Xerox of a carbon copy of a faded photograph of Dennis Rodman. It made us very sad, to see him like this. And we wondered if anyone would even remember how truly unique a player he once was.

We walked up to his book stand. He made no eye contact and whispered in the ear of his publicist as he scribbled in magic marker. We leaned toward him.

"Can we get a picture?"

Without looking up, he nodded. "Sure, dude."

And we had it. Another picture of another failed celebrity, just one more chaotic day in a life of nothing but. As we walked away, we heard a father talking to his son.

"So who's this, Daddy?"
"He used to be a basketball player. You can have the book, but you can't read it until you're older."
"Does he play anymore?

Nope. He doesn't. I Should Be Dead By Now? You're already there, Dennis.

(We feel obliged to point out that Darren Prince, Rodman's hooked-on-phonics agent, has taken issue with this story. He's so cute when he's angry.)

We were playing around the official Tijuana Dragons Web site and couldn't make heads or tails of much of anything ... until we realized, hey, that's in Spanish! El Equipo! El Calendario De Juegos! Rimrockers de Arkansas Campe n! We don't know what any of that means! Wee!

Not that it'll matter for Rodman, who has a small-press book to promote and all kinds of ex-wives to support. Which means, of course, an ABA career was the only real choice he had, since Double Team didn't catch on the way we were hoping it would, since it included one of our favorite bad-movie lines: "There's nothing wrong with stepping on a mine. It's stepping off that counts." Totally!

PBN Shootaround [Pro Basketball News] (via Ben Maller)
Tijuana Dragons [Official Site]
I Should Be Dead By Now [Amazon]

Studies show that male-to-female transsexuals lose much of their former muscle mass, which minimizes or eliminates any built-in power advantage they might have because of their genetic sex. Their body fat redistributes into typical female patterns, with pads forming at the hips and breasts.

This is why no one will sign Rodman, by the way.

Different Strokes [Slate]

Buried in a news-and-notes column in last Tuesday's Chicago Tribune was this little gem: Dennis Rodman is writing another book. This one is called "The Worm Returns," and details the two years since Rodman quit drinking (which is just a waste, really). We're sorry we just posted about Dennis Rodman; it's late in the day. (Hey, he was playing for the Long Beach Jam! That's sports!)

The Worm Returns [Chicago Tribune]