A rare more-than-one-star review for a book I didn't finish. I read about 120 pages. At 400+ pages of actual reading, this thing is far, far, far too long.
This isn't bad by any means. The writing is fine, the book completely readable. I didn't find the author too preachy or over the top political. Exceptionally difficult considering the decade he is writing about and today's world. For the most part, he states the facts and leaves the conclusions up to the reader.
I was hoping for something a little lighter. I really enjoyed Why We Love Baseball: A History in 50 Moments, and was looking for something more like that to read. This wasn't really it.
These names and events are completely random. I guess I just don't have the brain for these random names. I don't know who these random female coaches are, or the executives at the TV stations, or the head of the NCAA, or the boxing promoters, or the female tennis players, or the male tennis players, or the head of the marble playing foundation. Name drop after name drop after name drop.
I don't see a coherent whole being made out of the mess. These are random events (many of which actually seem to happen in the 1960's) and appear to either happen in a vacuum or to have no lasting effect at all. A lot of the items lack a lot of context. Our author does on okay job at pointing out the foundation of the issue, typically in the cultural upheaval that is the 60's, but then never takes the ramifications to their current state (good and bad).
Some of the fallout here in 2024 is recognizable, Title IX has changed the landscape of sports and education. Frazier v. Ali is still a cultural phenomena.
A female basketball coach working a lot of hours . . .
A tennis player you've never heard of losing to another tennis player you've never heard of . . .
Two, three, four different associations for female sports . . .
Which really is my biggest complaint with the topic and the treatment in its entirety. These events are taken, by and large, as positive within the culture, very little here is painted as negative. And yet, the social upheaval within our own times has roots within these events.
Athletes, given the ability to test the free market, have become overpaid children playing a game. A kids' highest dream is to be a professional athlete. Not a doctor, not an engineer, not a teacher, nor a father/mother, not a farmer, nor a plumber, nor any of the millions of jobs that are truly the glue of our society. They aspire to be athletes; something that should be a distraction or a game on a slow Saturday; not something to build a life around.
Free Agency ruined any loyalty or pride within a city. Lebron James has switched teams dramatically three times, and baseball is the absolute worst for falling in love with a player only to see him go to New York or LA. And we are no longer talking about making enough money to feed your family, or to afford your home. We are now talking about 4 homes and mansions for football players with 20+ bathrooms. Most of these players are broke five years after retirement. This is a far cry from what the random guys in the 1970's were fighting for.
Everything within the world of college sports (especially the BIG sports: football and basketball) is utterly broken. Kids making millions while in college, men and women kept as children so they can entertain the elites within the society by ruining their minds and bodies.
Even high school sports have gone too far. We televise kids signing on to go to college. We rank the best high school athletes. We force kids to play a single sport far too young, and then push them far too hard. Is there ever a time when sports are just supposed to be fun?
Owners still say they don't have enough. Players still say they aren't paid enough. Tax money gets used on football stadiums to cater to the rich and elite. Riots happen when teams win. The political aspirations of players are now forced onto the fans. Trans-athletes, concussions, rampant cheating, huge gambling problems.
I love sports. Love them.
But the world of sports is deeply, deeply, broken because of this stuff from the 1970's. Not every change is progress.