This book is exactly that: stories. Dozens of them. And they are good. Very good.
I have heard the passed-down version of many of these events, the Reader’s Digest version, if you will. However, Robbins goes much deeper and gives the reader a lot of pertinent details about what really happened. He is very good at pointing out where the ironies exist and why the irony of baseball has no match in other sports. And, of course, many of the stories I read about for the first time, which made it a sort of discovery for me.
As the title suggests, so may milestones (300/400/500 HRs; .300 BA) were barely missed, and many times for one in a million circumstantial reasons… the kind that make one groan.
Occasional humor, especially about the player, Pete Burg, who, if not for the gimmick of 3’ 7” Eddy Gaedel, would have been the shortest player (5’ 1”) in the game. The author says: “Tragically, Burg’s time in the majors was, yes, short. He played only 12 games for the Braves at third and one, inevitably, at shortstop. But he managed to hit [well]…when he got his chance, which might have earned at least a (sorry) small amount of recognition. Perhaps Burg’s, uh, shortcomings were in the field where he committed eight errors in 13 games.” The title of that section was called LITTLE RESPECT.