Since I was a kid, I had always prided myself on my discipline in the things that really mattered�in the weight room, on the court (forget the refs), defense, rebounding, in how I play the game. Off court was my business; but suddenly things had changed.

After the motorcycle accident, my agent, Darren Prince, was so worried about my partying that he called in the cavalry, my former bodyguard, Wendell “Big Will” Williams�a six-foot-four-inch, 400-pound black man to whom people, including Dennis Rodman, tend to listen. Wendell was coming out of bodyguard retirement to make sure I did what I was supposed to do when I was supposed to do it. He started out strong at the Radio Music Awards in Las Vegas. It was exactly a week after the Treasures motorcycle crash. Despite my usual protests�”I don�t want to do this. This is bullshit. It�s not gonna help my career”�that afternoon Wendell managed to get me, sober no less, to this series of round-robin interviews with every radio station in America.

This went on for hours before the actual awards show that night, and Wendell wouldn�t let me drink. Afterwards, it was like I�d just run a marathon, and I went out by the pool to relax with a cool one while he went upstairs to shower. When Wendell got back down, I was wasted. This was all new to him. In the three years since he�d worked with me, I�d started spending much more time with my friend, Herr J�germeister, and this was his first time to see Dennis Rodman, Daytime Drunk.

Darren was on my ass. Wendell was on my ass. My best friend, Thaer, was on my ass. Even my wife, Michelle, was on my ass. Anyway, after the motorcycle accident and my skid-row-drunk performance at the Radio Music Awards, ESPN sat down Michelle for an interview.

“I�m done. I�m ready for a divorce,” she told the interviewer.

This from a woman who has “Mrs. Rodman” tattooed just above her butt in letters about an inch high.

By the end of October 2003, I was royally screwed. My wife and family were gone; Darren, Wendell, and Thaer had one foot out the door; and my NBA dream was over. Hell, even the “Dennis Rodman” entertainment franchise was in danger.

Reality Check: After almost a decade of steady partying, I wasn�t having the party�the party was having me and having me good.

Shortly after the accident, I found myself sitting there, taking a look across the room at what was left of Dennis Rodman, and I was left wondering: “How exactly did this happen? How did I get here? Is there any way out?”

Whether it was helping Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls win three-straight NBA titles in the 1990s or showing up to a book signing in a dress (and full make-up), Dennis Rodman has always distinguished himself as one of the great and most polarizing personalities in the sports world. The controversial and flamboyant former basketball star, who has played with the Long Beach Jam of the ABA in hopes of getting another shot at the National Basketball Association, is back in the national spotlight once again with I Should Be Dead By Now.

The new book from the two-time best-selling author details Rodman�s struggles in life since he stopped playing in the NBA, including the breakup of his marriage to movie and TV star Carmen Electra and his problems with alcohol. I Should Be Dead By Now is a look at the life of one of America�s most recognizable sports stars since the lights of professional basketball stopped shining as brightly, and how Dennis Rodman hopes to make a successful return to the game that made him famous.

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• Bad as I Wanna Be
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• I May Be Wrong but I Doubt It
• No Bull: The Unauthorized Biography of Dennis Rodman
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When we first started his blog 2 months ago we didn’t want to just blah, blah, blah about just anything. There’s just too much junk and garbage already on the internet.  We didn’t want to become a blog that just kept posting so there was new material here often.  Rather, we want to post when we feel we have something to say.  Our mantra is to only post when the spirit moves us. What this means in a literal sense is our posts will only be made when the bell goes off in our heads and shouts “we can’t wait to write about this!“. If that doesn’t happen, then expect zilch at The Hills Are Alive.  The plan moving forward is that we do hope to get moved to write more and more and only time will tell of course if that happens.  In the meantime,  do stay tuned!

Having said that, recent news in the sporting world has once again moved us to write. With the Cirque de Burke now official in Toronto, the Raptors have replacing their head coach and Avery’s outburst all making headlines, we just had to have our say. But not about any of those things…..haha! Ok, enough with the kidding… we do want to address those things.

Brian Burke is now the GM of the Leafs. What does this all mean? No much in the short term. He’s vowed to let the team personel prove their worth and even gave a trade moritorium over most of December. Essentially that means there will be no changes until the new year. The long term diagnosis is debateable. He definitely appears to be the right man for the job and has said all the right things during his brief press conference over the past weekend. We think Burke’s the man to lead the Leafs to the promised land. Just be patient in a Colangelo way Leaf fans and you’ll be rewarded.

Speaking of the Raps, we morn the loss of Coach Sam. His departure was written all over his face after the 39 point loss to Denver on Tuesday night. It was clear he had lost the players attention and when that happens, frontier justice is swift in the professional coaching world.  Bryan had pull the trigger.  Any GM worth a grain of salt would have done the same.  Sam, we will miss your bluntless, sense of humour and “matter of fact” approach.  Now the focus switches to the Canuck Jay Triano at least for the short term.  Enjoy your time in the limelight Jay as we predict you’ll have luke warm success but when Bryan’s man comes in, you’ll be finally shown the door.  But don’t fret, the NBA will still need ya!  Just you’ve been with the team for a long time already (in many capacities) and if the team is to move forward, a fresh bench is needed for long term success.

Sean Avery’s comments were horrible.  The punishment swift and just.  But consider a few things: 

• That the NHL needs Avery just like the NBA needed Denis Rodman.  The press this has gotten the NHL is something the league couldn’t buy with a million bucks.  Rodman had his time expire.  Avery has yet to reach that point.  NHL should milk Avery for every cent they can if they were smart (which is debateable).
• Avery is smart guy and only makes comments/actions thinking 2 steps ahead.  He got the NHL during the last playoffs to make a rule change (exposing the league for the blundering idiots they are.)  The NHL always say they can’t make rules changes without the Board of Governors consent and then go ahead on a whim and make a rule change right in the middle of the playoffs!  It remains to be seen what this exact outburst will bring but there is always something behind Avery’s actions and we doubt this case is no different.
• The comments were bad enough but did the sports media need to play it over and over and over again?  The answer is no.  Next time, bleep them out just like you would this you  $$^#*!@ jerks!  Where was the sensitivity in the media?  They were just as guilty as Avery IOHO.  As we write this its been more than 36 hours since the comments were made and they are still airing unbleeped in headlines everywhere on TV!  When will the shame on the game end?  Most likely never thanks to the media.
• Our Avery Prediciton?  We see him suspended til’ January.  Maybe longer by the Dallas Stars and then placed on waivers/traded.  The team will have to eat some of his salary but he’ll play again this year.  Just not as a Star.

Lastly, check out Toronto Sports Media for all things sports and media related.  We visit there often and recently enjoyed their take on the Toronto Sports Radio scene.

Já disse que nossas celebrities não estão muito amiguinhas, não estão causando, não tem notícia boa, então a gente tem postado com menos freqüência.

O que salvou a pátria hoje foi que a nossa amiga, ilustríssima Magrela, mais conhecida como Re Quebra Barraco, que está trabalhando num bar em Miami, veio nos contar a última do cliente mais assíduo: Dennis Rodman.

Lembram dele? Jogava basqueta…wow, ok… mas gente, ele já pegou a Madonna! Então vamos falar do sr. Blim Blim Rodman.

Nas palavras da própria Magrela:

” LadyBug, o bofe esteve la again…

Esse cliente sempre esta lá, e eu emprestei a câmera pra ele tirar a foto…o moço fez um cuzinho doce, mas depois cedeu….qdo tirei a foto disse: Sorry, everybody disturb you…e ele me disse: Don’t worry, no problem, it’s just a picture…aí ele escolheu uma louca lá no dance floor, e, pasme: ficou o tempo todo tentando agitar a moçoila pro amigo mal amado dele….hahaha….super high school!

No final o pobre amigo tomou um belo pé na bunda…mas o melhor vem agora: estava eu do lado de fora fumando meu cigarrinho, o bofe sai, vem super educadamente se despedir: Bye, sweety, muah, muah…2 beijinhos no rosto, q ele quase ficou de quatro pra me dar…e os beijinhos sem tocar meu rosto, como essas patricinhas de filme like a Legalmente Loira, e blablabla….entrou no modesto carrinho e foi embora….SEM PAGAR! hahahaha….Só vejo o bartender correndo q nem louco apos uns minutos, mas o cara ja tava loooonge…acredite, esta quase imperceptivel, a figura conseguiu sair de um lugar praticamente vazio sem pagar míseros 50 dólares! Acho que o cache da campanha da Von Dutch foi todo naquele modeeeeesto vestido de noiva….rsrsrsrsrs….

E o bartender, que estava se achando a última coca cola gelada do sertão pq tava atendendo o cara ficou a ver navios…hahaha…agora presta atenção nos dizeres da camiseta do cara….propaganda contra o abuso de animais!!!! É como o Silvio Santos (a little bit “ultrapassado”) chegar em qualquer lugar usando uma camiseta de vereador! E atente para o colar, te juro que ja vi igualzinho na feirinha hyppie da Praia Grande….ou teria sido em algum terreiro??? Pois é meu bem, creio que os momentos de glória do pequeno grande ídolo foram esquecidos na cama da Madonna…

Diretamente de Miami, requebrabarraco com os ultimos acontecimentos do mundo dos ex-famosos!”

Tks Re, fica esperta quando aparecer de novo, deixe-o embriagado e faça ele contar tudo o que ele fez na cama com a Maddona a long time ago! Aí dessa vez, depois que colher todas as informações para nos passar, você que sai correndo, tá? Fikdik!!!!

Que luxo…uma correspondente internacional e um ex-celebritie cara de pau…não tem preço!