I've read "Ball Four" many times over the years from my first reading at age 15 until today at 49. I've enjoyed it each time. It's an inside look at a place most baseball fans don't get to see — the clubhouse. And as the game has evolved, it's now a place that no one will ever see again. I've passed the book along to my son and nephews, who all enjoyed it as well.
Jim Bouton. He offers insight into the life of a ballplayer, but also the life of someone trying to support and raise a young family. This is a story about life.
Yes, if it were written by him. Bouton cracks himself up with some of the stories he wrote and he cries when he remembers the death of his daughter. As he writes, fans of Ball Four have become family, and he lets us into his life and shares the good times and bad. He's not a professional, but that's the beauty of this reading. It's his life and no one else but him can tell it as he has here. Thanks, Jim.
Todd Denault does a fine job of recreating a memorable NHL season. It was a good reminder of how the game was played by some of its greatest stars.
The narrator needed to do his homework on how to pronounce names of the key players. It's clear he didn't even try. Miss a name here or there, OK. But every name? Some names had multiple mispronounciations over the course of the book. He even pronounced a ".500" record" as "point 5-0-0 record." This performance ruined any possible enjoyment of this book and is an insult to fans and the author.
It could have been with a narrator who cared to do a passable job with the text.
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