So the NBA and NHL seasons are boring (as usual), the college basketball season is just starting up (a.k.a. no meaningful games of note), MLB is in recovery mode after the World Series, and the NFL only has one good game this weekend (Patriots vs. Colts).

So what to write about?

Easy. Andre Agassi.

Why? Because in case you've been living under a rock for the last week or so, Andre Agassi (easily one of the best American tennis players of all time) recently took his career, threw it in a blender and hit "Lindsay Lohan".

In his new autobiography "Open", Agassi admits to trying (and succeeding) to lose tennis matches on purpose. He admits to being married to the wrong woman, actress Brooke Shields, who tried to compare herself to Agassi's future wife, Steffi Graf, in order to be "the perfect woman" (AWKWARD). Agassi admits to hating his father, and being generally depressed throughout his professional career. He admits to having used crystal meth, then lying to the ATP about the circumstances surrounding his use, claiming a positive test came as a result of accidentally drinking a soda of his assistant. He even admits to having worn a weave. Seriously.

As an American male who follows tennis at a level a little more intense than "casually" (which is more than 90% of the American population), I can honestly say that hearing about Agassi was a shock to me. I remember buying Agassi's shoes to play tennis at my school. I watched him on television whenever he was playing. I will always remember his signature kiss-blowing celebration after his matches, his victory at the 1999 French Open where he came back from 2-love to win in the final. This guy was one of the best to ever play tennis.

But obviously multiple issues surrounded Agassi during his career. Looking back at his career in its totality (from 1986-2006), it was clear that it had its ups and downs, highs and lows, glorious triumphs and crushing defeats. Yet Agassi's tell-all account of what his life had been like during his 20-year professional career should be celebrated, not rebuffed, if not only because of its captivating content but its brutal and startling honesty. The courage and commitment that it takes to lay it out like Agassi has done is amazing, yet I'm sure many will look at it as a cautionary tale rather than what it is: a story of American tennis, for better or for worse.

And though my perception of Agassi will forever change because of this autobiography, you better believe I will be first in line at the bookstore to buy it.

Along with the latest edition of Star to catch up on my Lindsay gossip.