First of all, this isn’t a book about Bobby Cox or the Atlanta Braves. It’s a memoir where these two things are featured. And the book points this out first thing, so it’s not like you’re being duped into reading it.

It was an okay read. It would be like if I wrote about being a Yankees fan and also shared parts of my life. See? Kind of boring unless you’re one of my friends or family. That’s the problem with this book.

Also, the ending. There’s really not one. I bet the author really struggled with the ending, not with the writing, but with coming up with something to end on.

If you like memoirs, maybe give this one a shot. It’s short.

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