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Sam Smith（山姆·史密斯） 著

圖書標籤:

• Michael Jordan
• Chicago Bulls
• Basketball
• NBA
• Sports
• Biography
• Autobiography
• 90s
• Sports History
• Team Sports

齣版社： Simon & Schuster

ISBN：9780671796662

商品編碼：19028819

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：2003-07-02

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：384

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：11.18x2.79x17.78cm

內容簡介

The most gifted athlete ever to play the game, Michael Jordan rose to heights no basketball player had ever reached before. What drove Michael Jordan? The pursuit of team success...or of his own personal glory? The pursuit of excellence...or of his next multimillion-dollar endorsement? The flight of the man they call Air Jordan had been rocked by controversy.

In The Jordan Rules, which chronicles the Chicago Bulls' first championship season, Sam Smith takes the #1 Bull by the horns to reveal the team behind the man...and the man behind the Madison Avenue smile. Here is the inside game, both on and off the court, including:
-Jordan's power struggles with management, from verbal attacks on the general manager to tantrums against his coach
-Behind-the-scenes feuds, as Jordan punches a teammate in practice and refuses to pass the ball in the crucial minutes of big games
-The players who competed with His Airness for Air Time -- Scottie Pippen, Horace Grant, Bill Cartwright -- telling their sides of the story
-A penetrating look at coach Phil Jackson, the former flower child who blossomed into one of the NBA's top motivators and who finally found a way to coax "Michael and the Jordanaires" -to the their first title

A provocative eyewitness account, The Jordan Rules delivers all the nonstop excitement, tension, and thrills of a championship season -- and an intense, fascinating portrait of the incomparable Michael Jordan.

作者簡介

Sam Smith was a reporter for the Chicago Tribune during the Chicago Bulls' 1991 championship season. He is a Brooklyn, New York, native with degrees in accounting from Pace University and in journalism from Ball State University. He has worked for Arthur Young and Co., the Fort Wayne News-Sentinel, and States News Service in Washington, D.C. This is his first book.

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精彩書評

An engaging, sometimes cruelly funny behind-the-scenes look at the Bulls' tantrum-and doubt-filled but finally triumphant journey to the NBA title.
--New York Newsday

Jordan boasts a wicked tongue, and not just when it's hanging out as he dunks....[He] manages to blurt out enough in Smith's book to reveal his own narcissistic, trash-talking, obsessively competitive side.
--Newsweek

The Jordan Rules entertains throughout, but the most fun comes from just hanging out with the players. Smith takes us into the locker room, aboard the team plane and team bus, and seats us on the bench during games. Sometimes, books reflecting on a team's success don't reach the personal level with the people who made it happen: The Jordan Rules does.
--Associated Press

A riveting account...what you want in a sports book: the behind-the-scenes stuff, a peek at the private side of the players, their hobbies and politics and religion, the way they get along or don't...It's fair to compare The Jordan Rules with the campaign books that appear after every presidential race....The difference is not only that The Jordan Rules explains more persuasively than most of the campaign chronicles how the winner was decided -- it's that it does so more interestingly and with more understanding of the human heart.
--Fred Barnes (The McLaughlin Group), The American Spectator

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Chapter One: Spring 1990
Michael Jordan surveyed his crew and got that sinking feeling.
It was just before 11:00 A.M. on May 24, 1990, two days after the Bulls had fallen behind the Detroit Pistons two games to none in the Eastern Conference finals. The city of was awash in spring -- all two hours of it, as the old-time residents like to say -- but Jordan wasn't feeling very sunny. He didn't even feel like playing golf, which friends would say meant he was near death.
The Bulls had gathered for practice at the Deerfield Multiplex, a tony health club about thirty-five miles north of Chicago, to try to get themselves back into the series. Jordan's back hurt, as did his hip, shoulder, wrist, and thigh, thanks to a two-on-one body slam in Game 1 courtesy of Dennis Rodman and John Salley. But his back didn't hurt nearly as much as his pride or his competitiveness, for the Bulls were being soundly whipped by the Pistons, and Jordan was growing desperately angry and frustrated.
"I looked over and saw Horace [Grant] and Scottie [Pippen] screwing around, joking and messing up," Jordan told an acquaintance later. "They've got the talent, but they don't take it seriously. And the rookies were together, as usual. They've got no idea what it's all about. The white guys [John Paxson and Ed Nealy], they work hard, but they don't have the talent. And the rest of them? Who knows what to expect? They're not good for much of anything."
It was a burden Michael Jordan felt he had to bear. The weight of the entire team was on his tired shoulders.
The Pistons had taken the first two games by 86-77 and 102-93, and Detroit's defense had put the Bulls' fast break in neutral: The Bulls had failed to shoot better than 41 percent in either game. Jordan himself had averaged only 27 points, stubbornly going 17 for 43. No team defensed Jordan better than the Pistons, yet he refused to admit that they gave him a hard time, so he played into their hands by attacking the basket right where their collapsing defensive schemes were expecting him. The coaches would look on in exasperation as Jordan drove toward the basket -- "the citadel," assistant coach John Bach liked to call it -- like a lone infantryman attacking a fortified bunker. Too often there was no escape.
Although Detroit's so-called Jordan rules of defense were effective, the Bulls coaches also believed the Pistons had succeeded in pulling a great psychological scam on the referees. It had been a two-part plan. The first step was a series of selectively edited tapes, sent to the league a few years earlier, which purported to show bad fouls being called on defenders despite little contact with Jordan. The Pistons said they weren't even being allowed to defense him. "Ever since then, the foul calls started decreasing," Jordan noted, "and not only those against Detroit."
Step two was the public campaign. The Pistons advertised their "Jordan rules" as some secret defense that only they could deploy to stop Jordan. These secrets were merely a series of funneling defenses that channeled Jordan toward the crowded middle, but Detroit players and coaches talked about them as if they had been devised by the Pentagon. "You hear about them often enough -- and the referees bear it, too -- and you start to think they have something different," said Bach. "It has an effect and suddenly people think they aren't fouling Michael even when they are."
It only added to Jordan's frustration with Detroit.
At halftime of Game 2, with the Bulls trailing 53-38, Jordan walked into the quiet locker room, kicked over a chair, and yelled, "We're playing like a bunch of pussies!" Afterward, he refused to speak to reporters, boarded the bus, and sat in stony silence all the way home. He continued his silence -- other than a few sharp postgame statements -- for the next week. He would not comment on his teammates. "I'll let them stand up and take responsibility for themselves," he told a friend.
Jordan had really believed that the Bulls could defeat Detroit this time. Of course, there was no evidence to suggest it could happen, since the Pistons had knocked the Bulls out of the playoffs the previous two seasons and had taken fourteen of the last seventeen regular-season games between them. But hadn't there been similar odds in 1989 when the Bulls had faced Cleveland in the playoffs? The Cavaliers had won fifty-seven games that season to the Bulls' forty-seven, and they were 6-0 against the Bulls, even winning the last game of the regular season despite resting their starters while the Bulls played theirs. The Bulls' chances were as bleak as Chicago in February.
Jordan promised that the Bulls would win the Cleveland series anyway.
Playing point guard, Jordan averaged 39.8 points, 8.2 assists, and 5.8 rebounds in the five games. And with time expiring in Game 5, he hit a hanging jumper to give the Bulls a 1-point victory. The moment became known in Chicago sports history as "the shot," ranking with Jordan's other "shot" in the 1982 NCAA tournament, a twenty-foot jumper that gave North Carolina a last-second victory over Georgetown. It also sent the Cavaliers plummeting; over the next two seasons, they would not defeat the Bulls once.
The playoffs had become Jordan's stage. He was Bob Hope and Michael Jackson, Mick Jagger and Frank Sinatra. His play transcended the game. It was a sweet melody received with a grand ovation. Others jumped as high and almost everyone slammed the ball, but Jordan did it with a style and a smile and a flash and a wink, and he did it best in the postseason.
"There's always been the feeling on this team," Bach had said after that Cavaliers series, "that if we got to the Finals, Michael would figure out some way to win it. He's the greatest competitor I've ever seen and then he goes to still another level in the big games."
It was true: Jordan's playoff performances had been Shakespearean sonnets, beautiful and timeless. And like Shakespeare, he was the best even though everyone said so. In just his second season in the league, after missing sixty-four games with a broken foot, Jordan demanded to return to the court despite warnings by doctors that he might exacerbate the injury to his foot. The Bulls, and even Jordan's advisers, said he should sit out the rest of the season. Jordan angrily accused the team of not wanting to make the playoffs so it could get a better draft pick. He was reluctantly allowed to return with only fifteen games remaining in the regular schedule. The Bulls made the playoffs, and in Game 2 against the Boston Celtics (who would go on to win the NBA title) Jordan scored 63 points. Larry Bird put it this way: "It must be God disguised as Michael Jordan."
In the 1988 playoffs against the Cavaliers, Jordan opened the series with 50- and 55-point games, the first time anyone had ever scored back-to-back 50s in the playoffs, to lead the team to victory and establish an all-time five-game-playoff-series scoring record of 45.2 points per game. Jordan had become perhaps the greatest scorer in the game's history. He would never equal Wilt Chamberlain's 100-point game or his hundred-plus 50-point games, but by the end of 1990-91 season, Jordan had become the all-time NBA scoring average leader in the regular season, the playoffs, and the All-Star game. And he'd won his fifth straight scoring title, putting him behind only Chamberlain's seven.
And now, facing the Pistons in 1990, he was coming off a series against the 76ers in the second round of the playoffs that was unbelievable even by his own amazing standards. The Bulls won in five games as Jordan averaged 43 points, 7.4 assists, and 6.6 rebounds. He shot nearly 55 percent in 42.5 minutes per game. He drove and he dunked. He posted up and buried jumpers. He blocked shots and defended everyone from Charles Barkley to Johnny Dawkins.
"I never played four consecutive games like I did against Philly," he said of the first four, in which he led the team in scoring in thirteen of sixteen quarters.
And then the Bulls, storming and snorting, headed for Detroit to take on the Pistons. The two teams hailed from hard-edged, blue-collar towns, Chicago with its broad shoulders and meat-packing history, Detroit with its recession-prone auto industry. For some reason, though, Detroit's sports teams seemed to have a perpetual edge over Chicago's. In 1984 the Cubs finally won a piece of a baseball tide, but it was the Detroit Tigers who won the World Series, just as they had in 1945, the year of the Cubs' last World Series appearance. Many times Gordie Howe's Detroit Red Wings had come into the Stadium and ruined the dreams of Bobby Hull's Black Hawks. And now there were the Pistons. Detroit had made a habit of beating Chicago. It was a habit Michael Jordan was determined to break.
But no matter how hard he tried against the Pistons, he couldn't beat these guys. In earlier seasons, Jordan had some of his biggest scoring games against the Pistons: a 61-point mosaic in an overtime win in March 1987, an Easter Sunday mural on national TV in 1988 in which he'd scored 59 points. And Jordan was an artist, the ninety-four-by-fifty-foot basketball court being the canvas for his originals, signed with a flashing smile, a hanging tongue, and a powerful, twisting slam. Pistons coach Chuck Daly, a man who appreciated the arts, was not particularly enamored of Jordan's work, and after the 1988 game the Pistons instituted "the Jordan rules" and the campaign to allow what the Bulls believed was legalized assault on Michael Jordan.
The Pistons had two of the league's best man-to-man defenders, Joe Dumars and Dennis Rodman, to carry out those assignments. Jordan grudgingly respected Dumars, with whom he'd become somewhat friendly at the 1990 All-Star game; Dumars was quiet and resolute, a gentlemanly professional. But Jordan didn't care much for Rodman's play. "He's a flopper," Jordan would say disdainfully. "He just falls down and tries to get the calls. That's not good defense." Rodman once "flopped" so effectively back in the 1988-89 season that Jordan drew six fouls i...

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評分☆☆☆☆☆

這本書簡直是籃球迷的福音，它沒有過多地去渲染那些已經人盡皆知的輝煌時刻，而是深入到賽季背後的復雜人性與團隊動態中去。我記得最清楚的是關於更衣室氣氛的描寫，那種緊綳到幾乎讓人窒息的感覺，即便是隔著文字也能清晰地感受到。作者非常擅長捕捉那些微妙的權力博弈和球員之間難以言說的張力。比如，他們如何處理外界巨大的媒體壓力，以及這種壓力如何滲透到日常的訓練和比賽準備中。書中對訓練營初期那種試探與磨閤的刻畫，尤其到位，它展現瞭冠軍之師是如何在勝利的重壓下，既要保持極端的專注，又要處理好個人英雄主義與集體目標之間的矛盾。讀起來完全不像是在看一本枯燥的體育紀實，更像是一部精心編排的室內劇，充滿瞭高智商的對弈和情感的暗流湧動。那種對細節的執著，使得即便是對籃球戰術不甚瞭解的讀者，也能被故事中人物的掙紮和決心所深深吸引。每一次成功的背後，都有著不為人知的妥協和犧牲，這本書毫不留情地把這些都攤開在你麵前。

評分☆☆☆☆☆

這本書對於理解“團隊化學反應”這一抽象概念，提供瞭一個極佳的案例研究。它詳細描繪瞭如何在擁有多個強大自我（strong personalities）的組閤中，建立起一套有效的協作機製。作者並沒有用簡單的“團結一緻”來敷衍瞭事，而是深入探討瞭衝突是如何被管理、被導嚮建設性的方嚮，而不是毀滅性的內耗。比如，對於領導力定義的細微差彆——誰在闆凳上發號施令，誰在場上用眼神交流來決定戰術走嚮——這些都被細緻入微地捕捉瞭下來。它展示瞭一種微妙的平衡：你需要足夠強大的個人能力來贏得比賽，但更需要一套超越個體自負的集體哲學纔能贏得總冠軍。這本書就像是一個內部觀察報告，揭示瞭那些真正偉大的組織，是如何通過嚴格的紀律和共同的願景，將一群擁有不同動機的精英，鍛造成一個不可戰勝的整體。讀完之後，我對“管理”和“領導力”有瞭全新的、更具層次感的理解。

評分☆☆☆☆☆

從文學性的角度來看，這本書的文本處理非常成熟和老練。作者的語言風格充滿瞭老派新聞調查的嚴謹性，但又帶有一種洞察世事的幽默感，雖然這份幽默往往是帶著一絲苦澀的諷刺。它並非隻是簡單地羅列事實，而是通過巧妙的場景重構和對話引用，構建瞭一個立體且可信的世界觀。你幾乎可以從作者的文字中嗅到芝加哥九十年代特有的那種粗糲和堅韌的氣息。它拒絕迎閤那些期待簡單、勵誌故事的讀者，而是選擇呈現一個更加復雜、充滿灰色地帶的現實。這種對真相的執著追求，讓整本書的基調顯得格外厚重且值得信賴。閱讀過程中，我多次停下來，迴味某些措辭精妙的段落，它們像一塊塊打磨過的寶石，摺射齣那個特定時代背景下，一群頂尖人纔試圖將不可能變為可能時的那種原始驅動力。

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這本書最讓我震撼的，是它對“巨星”這個概念的解構。它沒有神化任何一位主角，反而將他們還原成瞭有血有肉、充滿缺陷的個體。那些在場上呼風喚雨的英雄，在場下也同樣麵臨著如何平衡傢庭、名譽與自我期望的睏境。作者以一種近乎冷峻的客觀性，去剖析瞭光環下的陰影。你看到的是一個團隊在追求曆史地位的過程中，不得不做齣的那些艱難抉擇，以及這些抉擇對個人生活産生的深遠影響。它探討瞭“完美”背後的代價，以及“偉大”是否真的意味著犧牲掉所有“平凡”的權利。這種對人性深層次的挖掘，讓這本書遠遠超越瞭體育傳記的範疇，上升到瞭對現代精英文化中個體與集體關係的反思層麵。我閤上書本後，久久不能平靜，思考的不再是哪個戰術更有效，而是成為焦點人物所必須承受的巨大精神負荷。

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我必須說，這本書在敘事節奏的把握上達到瞭一個令人驚嘆的水平。它不是那種平鋪直敘的流水賬，而是充滿瞭精心設計的起伏。某些章節的敘事節奏非常快，像是一場突然爆發的快速攻防轉換，信息量爆炸，讓人喘不過氣來，緊緊抓住你對下一步發展的渴望。而另一些時候，敘事又會慢下來，像是在暫停時教練席上的深度交談，聚焦於某個關鍵人物的內心獨白或一次關鍵的賽後復盤。這種張弛有度的處理方式，使得閱讀體驗極為流暢和沉浸。我尤其欣賞作者在描繪關鍵比賽時的筆觸，那種對腎上腺素飆升的場景的捕捉，精準而富有感染力。你仿佛能聽到球鞋摩擦地闆的尖銳聲，感受到空氣中彌漫的汗水和緊張感。它成功地將籃球比賽的“物理性”與“心理戰”完美地融閤在一起，讓你深刻理解，贏得一場總決賽不僅僅是身體素質的比拼，更是意誌力和心智的較量。對於任何追求深度非虛構作品的讀者來說，這都是一次令人滿足的閱讀旅程。

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很好，不錯哦、、、

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圖書還是可以的，就是配送速度太慢

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還沒怎麼看，不過圖書的質量不錯，還可以

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字有點小，尺寸也不是很大

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包裝很優秀，東西很好！

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字有點小，尺寸也不是很大

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很好，不錯哦、、、

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兒時的我，幼稚。 少年時的我，叛逆。 現在高中的我，成熟。 我總是認為，我在爸爸媽媽的眼裏，怎麼也長不大，就算我怎麼再努力去做任何事，在他們的眼中，我始終都還是1.個不懂事的孩子。正因為有如此的思想，我變得不會追求完美，也從來不追求完美。對於學習和生活中的事情，我都做得很隨意，從來不苛刻嚴格要求自己去做某事。因為，始終認為，就算做到瞭沒有做好，那也是做到瞭。因為，在我心目中，隻有做到並不1.定做好的原則。到瞭初中，我接觸到的同學也漸漸多瞭，身邊的競爭力也越老越大。在學習中，我不得不開始努力，因為同學的競爭。為瞭高中的夢想，我開始對自己嚴厲起來，漸漸地我開始苛刻起來瞭。對身邊的每1.件事都開始要求做得比彆人更好。以為隻有這樣，離高中得目標纔不會太遠。因為升中考，我認識到瞭完美。原來，完美是這等容易做到。而且，還認識到，追求完美是不必去在乎彆人的批判。我自己做到瞭，不一定要得到爸爸媽媽得贊賞。因為，所做的事情是對自己而言的。不要永遠生長在爸爸媽媽的評價下，應該樹立自己的要求。樹立自己的衡量標準。讓自己去奮鬥，去卓越自己的夢想。現在，我纔猛然發現，原來我早已開始追求完美，我早已使自己開始進步瞭。 青春無限，在漫長的青春歲月中，我又該如何去度過。這問題，我又對它衡量瞭標準的尺度。人，1.但做錯事就會後悔。這世上，可沒有後悔藥吃。所以，我決定在漫長的青春歲月中，我不可做讓自己後悔的事，每一件事都要去認真的完成，並且做到最好，達到自己的要求。“青春路上，十字路口含義不清。”這句話是我從朋友的博客中摘抄的。這句話正錶達瞭我們青春期少年的心聲。多麼簡明而又含蓄的話，讓人記憶憂深。沒錯，這就是1.個含義不清的十字路口，在這十字路口上，人生的抉擇太多瞭。我總是認為，青春總是美好的，可現在我纔知道，沒有本來就美好的青春，青春是自己去刻畫的。是1.幅色彩豐富的油畫，還是1.幅黑白相嵌的水墨畫，還是生硬死闆的版畫，還是那用黑筆白紙描繪的黑白漫畫，還是...青春就像畫畫1.樣,任你去描繪屬於自己的色彩,去創作屬於自己的畫。青春，正是盛開美麗花朵暖暖春季。 青春，正因為有你，我的一生纔會有點點色彩。人的終點，就是死亡。未死亡的過程中，還有1.段悠悠漫長的人生路，人生路上，還有青春那1.道美麗的彩虹在為你點綴。 努力吧，青春的綻放還不止如此。(二)從現在開始過去不可追，未來卻可期。那麼，就從現在開始。 就從現在開始，未嘗不是因為過往的遺憾，已經太多。那些不再能彌補的過錯，那些不再能追迴的人和感情。水木榮枯，竹石消長，何處問笙簫？形影一遭彆，煙波韆裏分，衣香猶在人跡杳。但若日復一日，活著的人都隻是陪亡故的記憶沉淪，那麼遺憾也不過是再加深一層。而就從現在開始行動，纔能最大限度地挽迴頹勢。 就從現在開始，袖裏藏下過往的沉香，像一名考古學者對待古陶那般，珍重生活。“幸遇三杯酒好，況逢一朵花新。片時歡笑且相親，明日陰晴未定。”就從現在開始，好好對待我們重視的人，因為一刹那的接近後，也許就是暌隔渺茫。且讓我們陪他們風雪一程，哪怕，隻是一程。 可“此情可待成追憶”，這七字的真意，很多人都要待禪機已顯，悲歡將盡時纔能悟齣一二。“就從現在開始”，難免淪為嘴角神功。若放下過去真如此簡單，又怎有人“從此無心愛良夜，任他明月下西樓”？若珍惜現在真如此輕易，哪來“子欲養而親不待”的感慨？話是“就從現在開始”，可顧慮從不會憑空消失。有時道理明明清晰，但卻像皇帝齣巡用的黃金輦，看著華麗卻摸不到；自己不伸手一試，哪知水中月之虛妄？

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很好，不錯哦、、、