This is a book which should not be judged by its cover (a beat up baseball,) but should be judged by its title. For while it is ostensibly about the 1979 baseball season, it is more about Christopher Lehman-Haupt (indeed the book is often self-referential. Lehman-Haupt writes about writing the book,) with a digression into Joe DiMaggio. There is a great anecdote about Joltin' Joe that I would have found more believable had I not heard a similar story about Earl Wilson or a college basketball team.
None of this makes Me and DiMaggio a bad book. It works, in its own way, as a non-comprehensive glimpse at baseball 35 years ago. But it could have been better