Before the first round of the Players really started to heat up, a large box was deposited on the desk next to me, where my SI colleague John Garrity has been sitting. It was The Book. The box contained copies of John's new "Tiger 2.0," a collection of his finest work from SI, which is pretty fine. "Hey, what's this title mean--Tiger twenty?" I asked, playing the wise guy.
Never mind that, the book is worth the price just for David Feherty's introduction, which is roast-worthy material, starting with this opening sentence: "John Garrity is an imposing specimen from a distance, standing as he does at what seems around nine feet tall..."
Later, Feherty offers this realization: "Hell, I'm trying to sell books myself, so why am I promoting this giant invisible a--hole who churns out quality writing in such prolific quantities that this book is no doubt a mere fraction of what will appear in later volumes, thereby knocking my own work off the shelves of booksellers and into the two-buck bargain bins? He's done it to me, the bastard..."
Hilarious stuff. I haven't read the book but I've already read John's articles over the years. The book is probably even better than Feherty's intro, if that's possible.
I have one word of advice for you: Buy it.
(I would but I just swiped one out of the stack on John's desk. Don't tell him.)