Wavering steadily between a 2 and 3 star book, I will err on the side of 3 solely based on two factors: 1) The connections I felt when Green lamented about his time on the North side with the Wrigleyville die-hards. It was fun to reminisce a bit, taking me way back to my childhood and the heartbreak of the '84 Cubs, victory and a trip to the World Series one game away, and damn you Steve Garvey and wait 'til next year. And next year didn't come until 1989. And after that, 1998. And by then, I was an adult. And I am still waiting. Oh, those Cubbies. Anyways, it was fun to hear about from Dallas Green's perspective, a man who has held virtually every major position in the baseball biz, from player to manager to general manager to personal advisor, etc. He truly epitomized the typical brash, mouthy, couldn't-help-himself-but-be-honest loudmouth that is somewhat common in the jocular world of sports management. It's written in his personal vernacular, his oratorical mannerisms evident in the way it is written as if he was giving a 350 page press conference about his time in baseball. Ergo, it's not Shakespeare. Nor, is it meant to be thank God. This is baseball. This... is a simple game. You throw the ball. You hit the ball. You catch the ball. 2) The touching tribute to his granddaughter who was gunned down at the Gabrielle Giffords speaking event in Tucson, AZ in January of 2011. Though it really had more to do with the erosion of the human condition than anything remotely connected to baseball, it was an interesting contrast to the glory that all the accolades brought from winning a World Series and being involved in professional athletics. In the end, we are all susceptible to tragedy because, well, we are all human.