Where nobody knows your name

You should also know that this is not a “happy” book. It's a story about a bunch of careers ending, then starting up again, then reaching abrupt finality...before starting up again in the same place, with the same hopes, and the chance of seeing the same results. That being said, it was a wonderful insight into the lives of minor league baseball players, managers, umpires and even broadcasters.

I was not a fan of the way this book was structured. I felt like the flow was confusing and about as non-linear a story as one could write. Also, I was perturbed by the innumerable redundancies I came across. I'm not talking about the fact that everyone working in Triple-A Baseball lives with the same basic mindset. I was bothered by the author's persistent return to the exact same quote, by the exact same source, within the same context...separated by a few chapters at a time. This was so alarming because Feinstein's writing was absolutely marvelous from time to time.

If you can fight through the structure and forgive the fact that this book should have been around 200 pages—rather than the nearly 400 it is—you'll get what you want from it.