John Kruk was absolutely one of my favorite Phillies growing up, and I loved that 1993 Phils team. I really enjoyed reading all the stories from that season because it brought back so many great memories. During a handful of stories in this book, I actually laughed out loud. The Krukker is an excellent story teller.
Unfortunately, I was surprised by what a first-class complainer Kruk turned out to be. Jesus, you would think being a professional baseball player is the worst occupation in the world after reading this thing. The flights and buses, being on the road, the media, the fans, the scheduling, the taxes, the owners, the umpires, the artificial turf. Nothing is exempt from Krukker's wrath of complaints. Am I supposed to feel bad for him because he's famous and people want his autograph? Tough life! What a grump.
The book is also about 100 pages too long. The last 100 pages, with the exception of the part about the 1993 NLCS against the Braves, just jump all over the place and have absolutely no flow. I realize that Kruk isn't really a writer, but it got a little bit tough to read. It's not a terrible read for people who were kids during that '93 season and fell in love with the team, but I wouldn't strongly recommend it to anyone.