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This Could be the Year: My 30 Years as a Miami Dolphins Fan

It happened in the backseat of a neighbor’s Volvo…

A six-year-old boy learned about the Miami Dolphins and by the end of Super Bowl VII, he reached a life-changing decision delivering mountainous highs and trench-like lows.

Well…mostly lows.

The 10th-Anniversary Edition of the rip-roaringly hilarious account of one fan’s three decades as a Miami Dolphins fan is now available as an e-book for the low, low price of $2.99!

From 1970 until…oh….2003, the Dolphins frequently counted among the NFL regular playoff contenders. The author, Rich Libero, considered every year as a chance to win the Super Bowl and his frustration mounted over time.

Looking back, most Dolfans would celebrate a Dolphins playoff appearance at this stage!

If you love the Miami Dolphins and feel frustrated, read this book and know: You’re not alone!

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Chapter 4
Hope Springs Eternal

Miami Dolphins Book“I’ll take a sack of bricks and reach back and WHAM! hit Ricky in the side of the head!” This, from the mouth of an angry six-year-old.

New Year’s Day 2003 in New Orleans.

I’m sitting at the dinner table at my girlfriend’s grandmother’s house talking to her Godson, Daniel, who is all fired up about hitting people in the head. Of course, when it comes to kids, I can’t help but give them bad advice. I love telling kids to do things they really shouldn’t do.

The conversation started with noogies. The boy’s mother, JoJo, talked about how she taught him to administer noogies. A short demonstration ensued. The boy used a full four-knuckle version of noogie and I demonstrated how to extend the knuckle on the middle finger for maximum pain infliction. Call it a rite of passage.

From noogies, the conversation smoothly segued into how you can hit people in the head with common things you have available on your bedroom floor.

“You know what you can do?” I said, watching the boy’s eyes widen. “You put some coins in a sock. And take that sock and you go WHAM! right upside their big ‘ol heeeeeeed!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s good!” the boy squealed in glee. “I can take a bunch of rocks and I would walk right up to Ricky and go BAM!”

“Yeah, BAM! Right upside his big ‘ol heeeeeed!”

For the second time he spoke of Ricky. I thought maybe there was a kid at school he didn’t like or maybe my girlfriend’s uncle Ricky, who was in the other room.

“Who’s Ricky?” JoJo and I asked in unison.

“Yeah, Ricky…I would take a bowling ball and put it in a sock and hit Ricky in the side of the head with it!”
“Darlin’, who’s Ricky? You mentioned him three times,” JoJo said. “Who’s Ricky?”

“Ricky Williams,” he said matter of factly. “I would take a bag of giant boulders…”

“Whoa, whoa,” I said. “Ricky Williams is on my team now, you wanna hit Ricky, you have to go through me! Ricky’s not on the Saints anymore, son.”

The boy looked dumbfounded. Obviously a person of influence in his life owned some Ricky Williams issues. Then again, the entire city of New Orleans is angry at Ricky Williams. They feel like they’ve been cheated. They feel like Ricky cost them something. My girlfriend gets pissed whenever I root for Ricky or I tell her about the kind of day he had for the Dolphins.

The people of Miami, on the other hand, are ready to name streets after the guy. Not since the coming of Dan Marino has South Florida been this excited about a member of the Miami Dolphins.

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