The year was 1967. I was 17 and lived in western Massachusetts. I was more of a Dodgers fan for some forgotten reason but was starting to be sucked in by the exciting Red Sox. Particularly by Tony C. Then he was hit in the face by a pitched ball. The book tells the story of his fight to recover and play again and of the summer I became a lifelong Red Sox fan. Conigliaro was only 24 and the book reads as if it were a story told by a young, immature, self-centered, driven young man. The style and tone probably captures what he was really like. I recommend the book if you are interested in 1960s baseball, relationships between a manager and player, struggling against adversity and 60's culture.
Tony is my all-time favorite Red Sox player (I had a mad crush on him when I was 6). This book documents Tony's beginnings with the Sox through the near-fatal fastball that hit him August 18, 1967 through his return to the Red Sox. The writing is not great; the man was an athlete and that was pretty much it. However, you have to admire the grit and determination to succeed that comes through.
I read this in college--came across it on a bookshelf when I was supposed to be studying. I had it written down in my planner for years afterward hoping to find another copy to reread. Anyway I loved it and for some reason thought of it today