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Where in the world is Rod Benson?
I can’t recall how I first heard about Rod Benson but I do remember reading his blogs on his site toomuchrodbenson.com and later his posts on the Ball Don’t Lie blog at Yahoo. What first attracted me to his writings was that he gave the basketball fan first hand in depth looks at what actually goes on outside the court for a player trying to make it into the league. From a basketball fans perspective these writings are golden, giving us the inside story of the trials and tribulations of a player just trying to make it. Well, he did grow up in a “rich suburb” so not necessarily trying to make it but you know what I mean. His blog subjects are diversely and nostalgically entertaining, such as situations like getting free Gatorade Nutrition Shakes during NBA team tryouts, the baller hick life in Bismarck North Dakota, or his European basketball adventures in France.
Check out this excerpt from his blog on Yahoo about how he got denied a table at a swanky L.A. club and ended up waiting outside alongside Keyshawn Johnson who also got denied a table:
I showed up at a club called Goa with intentions to get a table. I figured I didn’t need to know anyone if I got a table. I mean heck, it’s money they want and I was prepared to give it to them because I can’t party like that in Bismarck. I walked over to the woman who was assigning tables and asked her what was up. She told me that there was a two bottle minimum. Mayyybe I would have been cool with that if there weren’t three of us, but I wasn’t really. Before I could even reply to her (I guess she read my body language), she asked me if I played pro basketball.
“Yeah, I play,” I told her.
“OK, for who?” she asked again.
The answer to such a question would obviously make or break me. It was way to much pressure for the moment. I crumbled.
“I’m, uhh, actually … I play for the Dakota minor league NBA team. Umm, are you familiar with the D-League?”
“Ooookaayyy. I’ll be right back,” she muttered as she walked away.
She never came back. She walked other people past me and sat them at tables, but she was done with me. I stood there for about 20 minutes trying to get the attention of somebody to help me, but there was no luck. Finally the security guard came up to me and said “It doesn’t look like it’s going to work out for you tonight, homie.”
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