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Values of the Game

Values of the Game

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When Bill Bradley recently announced his plans to take on Al Gore and seek the Democratic nomination for president, he shook up speculations about the face of post-Clinton America. Where does Bradley's dynamic drive come from? It's all in the Values of the Game. Returning to the scene of Bradley's first great passion — basketball — he revisits the court

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When Bill Bradley recently announced his plans to take on Al Gore and seek the Democratic nomination for president, he shook up speculations about the face of post-Clinton America. Where does Bradley's dynamic drive come from? It's all in the Values of the Game. Returning to the scene of Bradley's first great passion — basketball — he revisits the court with the fire of a competitor and the perception of a writer to explore the qualities that create winners. These 10 intensely personal essays explore the traits of effective teamwork, individual courage, and responsibility while sharing exhilarating reminiscences from Bradley's Knicks years. For readers wanting to improve any aspect of their lives, or for those just trying to understand the man who wants to be the next Bill in the White House, Values of the Game is required reading.

Editorial Reviews

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Praise for Values of the Game:

"Bradley offers slam-dunk lessons in teamwork and character."
--People

"Bradley hits nothing but net with Values of the Game. Call it The Book of Virtues meets hardwood."
--USA Today

"[Bradley] has written a love letter to basketball. . . . It is every bit as prescient, thoughtful, and just plain valuable a work as you'd expect from a man who never approaches any task without a full commitment."
--Boston Globe

"This may be the single most important present a parent can give a sports-loving child."
--Dallas Morning News

"The sensitivity of Bradley's writing is a reflection of his feeling for the game that defined him as a person."
--New York Newsday

"Bradley's breathless love for the game makes this a sentimental journey worth taking."
--Newsweek

The Barnes & Noble Review

Not Just Net As the nation watched President Clinton implode and his inquisitors root through the private trash heaps of public figures, it was hard to remember a time when we had politicians like Bill Bradley. His unscathed reputation, bipartisan respect, and national prominence make him a seem like a throwback to a truly kinder, gentler period of history — even though he only retired from the Senate in 1997.

But the truth is, Bradley's modus operandi is old school. For everything Bill Bradley ever needed to know about personal values in the public spotlight he learned on the basketball court more than 20 years ago.

As a Hall of Fame player for the New York Knicks from 1967-77, he learned the core values that can lead to success with integrity. When he entered the U.S. Senate 1979, he carried those lessons with him. VALUES OF THE GAME presents his reflections on the game that taught him the important lessons of his life.

The book is divided into ten essays: Passion — Pure Pleasure, Pure Joy; Discipline — The Virtuous Circle; Selflessness — Help Someone, Help Yourself; Courage — Putting It on the Line; Responsibility — No Excuses, None; Respect — Rules of Order; Resilience — Losing Is Only Temporary; Perspective — The World in Perfect Balance; Leadership — Seeing the Whole Court; and Imagination — The Art of the Game. While these titles might sound like the overextension of a sports metaphor masking a self-help ethos, the book is really an homage to basketball with subtle, larger themes.

Cynicsmaythink VALUES OF THE GAME is a thinly veiled campaign platform for Bradley's presumed year 2000 presidential run. (Others may pick out the odd error, like Bradley's claim that basketball's inventor was an American). But as a tribute to the sport that made him and the values he has lived by, Bradley's example is one that public life could use more of.

— Greg Sewell, Nonfiction Editor

People Magazine
...[S]lamdunk life lessons in teamwork and character.
USA Today
Hits nothing but net.
Library Journal
As nearly everyone knows, former Senator from New Jersey Bradley used to play professional basketball in the NBA. In Values of the Game, he reminisces about the lessons of commitment, courage, and integrity he learned through his participation in sports. Bradley is careful to spend the majority of his time sharing insights learned from others, and, as a result, this work is more than a typical sports biography. The book speaks both to the love of sports and to sportsmanship. It would be a good recommendation for youth collections if Bradley were better known to this audience. Perhaps his candidacy for U.S. President will draw some young readers to this work. The narration by John Randolph Jones is pleasant but no more than adequate. Recommended where interest warrants.--Ray Vignovich, West Des Moines P.L., IA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
The New York Times
Search for values finds gold in pro basketball.
Newsweek
Bradley's breathless love for the game makes this a sentimental journey worth taking.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780767904490
Publisher:
Crown Publishing Group
Publication date:
01/28/2000
Pages:
96
Product dimensions:
5.85(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.30(d)

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You begin by bouncing a ball--in the house, on the driveway, along the sidewalk, at the playground. Then you start shooting: legs bent, eyes on the rim, elbow under the ball. You shoot and follow through. Let it fly, up, up and in. No equipment is needed beyond a ball, a rim, and imagination. How simple the basic act is. I'm not sure exactly when my interest turned to passion, but I was very young, and it has never diminished.

When I was a teenager, alone in the high school gym for hours, the repetition of shooting, shot after shot, became a kind of ritual for me. The seams and the grain of the leather ball had to feel a certain way. My fingertips went right to the grooves and told me if it felt right. The key to the fingertips was keeping them clean. I would rub my right hand to my sweaty brow, then against my T-shirt at chest level, and then I would cradle the ball. By the end of shooting practice, the grime had made its way from the floor to the ball to my fingertips to my shirt. After thousands of shots, my shirts were permanently stained.

The gymnasium itself was a part of my solitary joy. I took in every nuance of the place. It was a state-of-the-art facility, with retractable fan-shaped glass backboards. The floor was polished and shining; when I moved, it glistened as if I were playing on a mirror. The only daylight streamed in from windows high along the sloping ceiling. The smell was not of locker room mildew but of pungent varnish and slightly oiled mops, the guarantors of floor quality throughout the years. The gym's janitor insisted on one absolute rule: no street shoes allowed on the floor. It was sacred terrain, traversable only by the soft soles of Converse or Keds.

Then there were the sounds. Thwat, thwat! The ball hit the floor and the popping sound echoed from the steel beams of the ceiling and the collapsed wooden stands that stacked up twenty feet high. Thwat, thwat, squeak--the squeal of your sneakers against the floor, followed by the jump and then the shot. The swish of the ball through the net, a sound sweeter than the roar of the crowd. Swish. Thwat, thwat, squeak, swish!

I couldn't get enough. If I hit ten in a row, I wanted fifteen. If I hit fifteen, I wanted twenty-five. Driven to excel by some deep, unsurveyed urge, I stayed out on that floor hour after hour, day after day, year after year. I played until my muscles stiffened and my arms ached. I persevered through blisters, contusions, and strained joints. When I got home I had to take a nap before I could muster the energy to eat the dinner that sat in the oven. After one Friday night high school game, which we lost to our arch rival, I was back in the gym at nine on Saturday morning, with the bleachers still deployed and the popcorn boxes scattered beneath them, soaking my defeat by shooting. Others had been in this place last night, I thought, but now I was here by myself, and I was home.

When I practiced alone, I often conjured up the wider world of basketball. Maybe I had just seen the Los Angeles Lakers play on TV the day before; I'd try to remember a particular move that Laker forward Elgin Baylor had made, then imitate it. I would simulate the whole game in my mind, including the spiel of the announcer. "Five seconds left, four seconds, three, Bradley dribbles right in heavy traffic, jumps, shoots--good at the buzzer!" I dreamed that someday I'd experience that moment for real, maybe even take the clutch shot in the state finals. In my dream, of course, I'd hit it and we'd be state champions.

The passion of solitary practice was matched by the joy of playing team ball. The constant kaleidoscope of team play was infinitely interesting to me. For every challenge thrown up by the defense, there was an offensive counter. Having the court sense to recognize this in the flow of the game produced a real high. The notion that someday I could be paid to play a game I loved never occurred to me.

You could always tell that Magic Johnson loved to play. He smiled, grimaced, and pushed himself and his teammates. His gusto honored the game. Some players these days seem more angry than joyful, yet the great ones still have a zest. Grant Hill's pleasure comes from his game's completeness and his own unflappable composure. Hakeem Olajuwon exudes a delighted confidence when the ball goes into him at the low post. Clyde Drexler, like Dr. J in earlier years, conveys an effortless joy when he has the ball in open court and heads for the basket.

Even the controversial Dennis Rodman evinces a love of the game despite his antics. His game within the game is rebounding. He studies films to see which way a shooter's shot usually bounces. He keeps his body in top shape. He uses his body only after he uses his brain and his eyes, and then he makes a second, third, and fourth effort. When he gets the ball, he smiles the smile of someone dedicated to something well beyond himself.

The women's game in particular is full of a kind of beautiful enthusiasm. On many teams each player seems deeply involved in her teammates' spirits as well as their play. I used to love to watch Kate Starbird spark her Stanford team with her tenacity, intensity, and 3-point-shooting skill, but the epitome, for me, is Chamique Holdsclaw of Tennessee, the female Michael Jordan. She has a winning combination of zeal and ability that allows her to generate excitement in the crowd, dedication among her teammates, and fear in the minds of her opponents. Her sheer love of the game becomes infectious.

Meet the Author


Bill Bradley was a three-time basketball all-American at Princeton, Olympic gold medalist, Rhodes scholar, member of the New York Knicks from 1967 to 1977 and two-time NBA champion; he was elected to the Basketball Hall of Fame in 1982. He served as United States senator from New Jersey from 1979 to 1997. Since leaving the Senate, he has been affiliated with Stanford University, the University of Maryland, and Notre Dame. Mr. Bradley is the author of Life on the Run, The Fair Tax, The Journey from Here, Values of the Game, and, most recently, The New American Story. He is married and has one daughter.

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Values of the Game 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this was the greatest book i have read in a while. i need modivation at college at this does it.
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