Warrick Dunn Wrote A Book

When I finally get around to finishing my novel, I want Chris Harry to write the teaser for it. That's essentially what he did for Warrick Dunn with his new book about his life, and all I want to do now is read that book.

Last October, NFL star Warrick Dunn walked into Angola Prison in Louisiana, home to the state's death row.

To one side of a small table sat his former youth football coach, Maelon Brooks, a fatherlike figure so close Dunn calls him "Pops." Dunn needed him there for support. On the other side sat Don Yaeger, co-author of Dunn's upcoming autobiography, there to chronicle the moment.

Cuffed and shackled across the table sat Kevan Brumfield, the man who murdered Dunn's mother during his senior year of high school in 1993.

It was time to confront his demons.

The book is called "Running For My Life: My Journey In the Game of Football and Beyond" and will be released in September (although Amazon disagrees and says it will be in November.) And that's how long you're going to have to wait to find out what was said in that prison.

"It was very weird at first," said Dunn, whose last look at Brumfield had been during the trial, when a judge sentenced him to death. "Then, I found myself saying things I'd been holding in for so long. I needed to get them out."

And what was said?

"Read the book."

By the title, it doesn't sound like it's all going to be as heavy as confronting his mom's killer. A lot of it will be on his career and the lessons he's learned from it and so on. Sports biographies are a dime a dozen (and I've spent many dimes reading a lot of them,) but this one sounds like it is going to have some meat to it.

My novel? Oh, it's a fantasy tale about a loner kid from Florida who gains super powers from microwaving a pizza too long. He can fly, has x-ray vision, and his super huge perpetual erection is always pointing like a compass to where the next criminal activity is taking place. And by having lots of indiscriminate sex with dumb, aspiring models, he can solve crimes -- somehow. I haven't quite gotten that part of it figured out yet. I always seem to get distracted. Then I throw a pizza in the microwave for about an hour.