In 1993 I went to Prague to play hoop for a year or two. I kept a journal that eventually became my first book, Expatriate Games. When the book was coming out I needed some images for potential covers, so I contacted a pal of mine from the old days, a guy named Jack Levy, who'd stayed in Prague after all of the rest of us had washed out, and made a life there. He went out and took a bunch of great photos of basketballs in Prague, on bridges, on car roofs, on cobblestones and stairs and statues. My publisher never used them, but I owe Jack a beer for doing it.