This is his story, told like all jock autobiographies in his own words. As this dead-on hilarious parody of big-time sports unfolds, Slo Mo slowly learns how a famous athlete is supposed to act. Kind, truthful, polite, and self-effacing, at first Slo Mo is baffled by the attention of Shoshana "Jinx" Smith, the groupie with the world's worst condoms, and by the antics of teammates like Kinity "Death" Dedman, whose attempt at becoming the most outrageous and marketable NBA player is thwarted by the tattooist who thought he said "Ozzie Nelson", not "Ozzy Osbourne". When the veterans on his team play the old "steal the uniform" gag, Slo Mo plays in the janitor's uniform, setting off a new fashion craze on the streets. Eventually, surrounded by an obligatory entourage of people he doesn't know, enticed into endorsing products he doesn't use, Slo Mo begins to lose his innocence, then his patented thirty-foot hook shot.

Nothing is sacred in this brilliant send-up of all that annoys in pro sports. Rick Reilly takes on shoe company vultures, egomaniacal athletes, Zen-spouting coaches, rapacious and corrupt recruiters, dumb-slob sportswriters, sleazeball agents, and mindless fans. Reilly shows again why he is the funniest, and best, sportswriter in America.