Year: 1993
A lot of celebrities and athletes are pseudo-crazy, artistic-crazy, or crazy competitive; but Rodman is a special type of bat shit that you can't fake. In fact, he once slept in the cab of his pickup with a rifle in his lap. With his truck parked in the completely vacant lot outside the Palace of Auburn Hills, Rodman contemplated blowing his head off with a shotgun. He'd detail in his book Bad as I Wanna Be, that the somber night renewed his lease on life.