First, I am a lifelong baseball fan who enjoys both the game and its history. That being said, this book was a gigantic disappointment. I bought Cobb because I wanted to know much more about the crazy, wild Cobb that I had heard so much about. Instead, I was put to sleep with little more than a recitation of the back of a baseball card. "In 1907, Cobb hit .350 . . . In 1908, Cobb hit .324 . . ."
While there were some interesting anecdotes about Cobb's personal life, these occurred too seldom to save the book. Even when they were mentioned, it was almost dismissive. Stump spends twenty pages telling me how many doubles Cobb hit in a season, but only one sentence to tell me that Cobb always kept a million dollars in cash and securities on him at all times. What kind of author doesn't realize that the latter is much more compelling?
To make matters worse, the reader is dreadful. He has a droning, monotonouse voice. In short, do not waste you time with this pile of crap. You're much better off simply scanning the internet for Cobb anecdotes.
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