In Strike Zone, Jim Bouton takes on the person of Sam Ward, a longtime minor leaguer who’s finally getting his shot with the Cubs in a big game against the Phillies that will decide the pennant on the last day of the season in 1994. And Eliot Asinof, well-known for his book Eight Men Out about the Black Sox scandal in 1919, in which the White Sox threw the World Series, takes on the character of Ernie Kolacka, a sixty-year-old umpire who has spent the bulk of his career in the minor leagues, but eventually was promoted to the majors. In this entertaining story, Kolacka’s best friend Roger is in over his head with debt and asks Kolacka to make sure the Phillies win. Kolacka agrees. And from henceforth the chapters rotate between the perspectives of pitcher Sam Ward and Ernie the ump. I approached reading Strike Zone with reservations, for in his entertaining biography Bouton, author Mitchell Nathanson claimed that what kept Strike Zone from being a great book were the chapters by Asinof. I disagree and think both did great. I enjoyed the chapters about equally. Bouton’s voice, as is known to readers of his other books, is constantly amusing. Asinof also is funny, but in his own way. One of the chief charms is that each Bouton and Asinof are straightshooters to an amusing degree. And since baseball players are known to swear a lot, both Ward and Kolacka have vocabularies salted with language; but far from off-putting, I found their candor endearing. Asinof’s ump is pathetic, even more so than Bouton’s pitcher; and he brings out a lot of memorable insights along the way, such as “You need money to have hope, but hope to make money.” Another highlight is that the actual players from the Cubs and Phillies in 1994 are used. It was good to hear old familiar names like Mark Grace and Ryne Sandberg from the Cubs, and on the Phillies, Lenny Dykstra, Darren Daulten, John Kruk, and popeye-looking pinch hitter Jim Eisenreich. That Phillies team from 1993 was one of the most memorable of all time. And it was a trip down memory lane hearing Asinof and Bouton describe them. Perhaps most impressive of all is how seamlessly the chapters written by two authors came together. There must have been a masterful editor behind the organization of this work. While Strike Zone does feel a bit like a book for hire project, and does not reach the exuberance of Ball Four, I was completely immersed in the drama of how the game would turn out, how Ernie the ump would go about calling it crookedly, and how Bouton’s Ward would respond. Every at bat of the nine-inning game is recounted, which might sound like it would get tedious; but miraculously, it doesn’t. Both Bouton and Asinof show good taste in getting to the point and intermingled between innings they recount what their lives have been like trying to make it in baseball and in romance. Kolacka the ump’s relationship with his girlfriend Trisha contains some of the more powerful lines I’ve read about how good a woman can make a man feel. I was not expecting in Strike Zone such pathos that one is used to reading in authors like Shakespeare and Cervantes, but there is a consistent amount of it, particularly in the chapters by Asinof. It’s a book for men that will likely entertain some women readers, too.