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Sunday, October 15, 2023

Number Go Up,

then number inexorably go down.
   

Jen Taub interviews the author.

 
A totally enjoyable read. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
 
 
BTW: I know we're all supposed to be fashionably hatin' on Michael Lewis at the moment. Nah, not me.
 
Who is Jen Taub?
Click here.

Her book has long been in my stash. Also ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐. I've been keeping tabs on white collar crime and malfeasance for decades.

OFF-TOPIC ERRATUM
  
Another read now underway:

Very cool.
FOREWORD
LEBRON JAMES


There’s a story behind the urban legend of how Rich Paul and I became brothers.

The legend is that I saw a little guy I had never met before wearing a rare football jersey in the airport, and I wanted to know where he got it. But the jersey didn’t really matter. The minute I met Rich, I knew he was different. He understood me from the jump.

A young Black man can be a lot of things with no judgment from his community—athlete, student, hustler, rapper, father—but what he cannot be is vulnerable. When I met Rich, he saw me as just a kid from Akron, Ohio. He knew that even though the LeBron James thing was starting, I had the same fears and dreams as every other young person who grew up the way we did. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Rich is great at paying attention: to people, to the different environments that we move in, to why we feel how we feel. Rich sees things deeply. When Rich looked at me, I didn’t have to hide anything. The world was coming at me so fast when I was a teenager, and not just basketball. My first son, Bronny, was on the way. I had no dad and no siblings. My mom was struggling. Rich helped me find my strength in that chaos, a chaos that he knew all too well. Rich never asked me for anything. He didn’t care whether I was a future pro or the kid across the street. He just knew I needed his help, and he gave me what I needed most—the space to be vulnerable.

That’s why Klutch Sports Group is the best agency in the game. Rich’s superpower is understanding what people truly need.

After I was drafted in 2003, Rich spent several years working directly with me and learning about the NBA. Then he spent more years working at an agency and a sportswear brand, learning what works for athletes, and why. When Rich started Klutch in 2012, he was better prepared than anyone to take that step, but so many people still slandered his qualifications. It’s straight-up disrespectful when they say, “Rich Paul is only successful because he’s doing this with LeBron.” That’s like saying I don’t demand the same excellence from my partners that I demand of myself, or that Rich’s other clients don’t think for themselves. I don’t believe in giving my friends free passes—nobody I work with is “given” anything. Compared with the lawyer types who controlled the representation game before him, Rich had to work ten times harder to succeed, because of what he looks like and what he comes from. The only thing Rich received from me is an opportunity.

Rich and I started out as two young Black men from Northeast Ohio who loved music, fashion, and sports; and whose childhoods had been stalked by crack, guns, darkness, and trauma. We lived in neighborhoods where it felt like the government was working to lock up any Black person it could. We both had single mothers who had to fight a broken system way bigger than themselves. Rich and I didn’t become brothers because of a throwback jersey—we bonded through unwavering faith in our moms.

Mothers brought us together, but Rich’s relationship with his father is the heart of his story. That story has a lot of loss and struggle, but Rich’s dad was also a source of wisdom that Rich has passed on to me and other clients over the years, and now he’s sharing it with readers of this book. This is the best kind of wisdom, because it was earned the hard way. Rich always knew he was special, but he didn’t know just how much he would be able to accomplish. It’s amazing to see my brother in full stride, and for everyone else to see what I always saw in him. So when you flip these pages and witness the kind of pain that we felt growing up, don’t flinch. Hard truths make us stronger.


Paul, Rich. Lucky Me (pp. vii-ix). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
Yeah.

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