So, per my post yesterday, I was going to "take a reading break" until Stephen King's latest magnum opus, Under the Dome, arrived in my hot little hands. I had planned on resting my weary head for a few days before starting Under the Dome.
I must have an illness. I knew I had one illness. Well, two. I know that I have Diet Cokeitis and Bad Jokeitis (interesting that "coke" and "joke" rhyme, but I digress). I have learned that I also have needtoreadabookitis.
You may recall that I read "The Machine" about the 1975 Reds a few weeks ago. I was disappointed because there was absolutely nothing new to me in the book.
As I was getting ready to watch some of the Dallas-Philly football game last night, I spied "Game Six" by Mark Frost on my nightstand which I has purposefully NOT READ after The Machine. I decided to take it for a short spin.
I learned more about Sparky Anderson in the Introduction than I learned from The Machine in its entirety. I didn't realize that Sparky's mentor was a legendary USC Trojans baseball coach. I found that, and the story behind it, very interesting.
Now, the hard part. Getting through Game Six before Under the Dome arrives.
RIF
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