A tough one to review. Let's be clear straight off the bat. Bobby Orr has always been my favorite sports figure, bar none. As a boy I wanted to be a defenseman like him (that dream didn't last long!), I wrote him in 3rd grade, I had his record lp, etc. Once some perspective arrived, I found that I still admired him above nearly all others. He was, of course, possibly the greatest hockey player ever - certainly in the top 5. And perhaps more significantly, he was and is a truly good person, filled with respect, passion, and quiet goodness. All reasons to love the man. But the book? It does reinforce those core perceptions about Bobby - he is, at age 60, still genuinely bewildered by all the interest in him. He still values the team above individual awards. So that core of decency shines through in almost every chapter. That said, the book is not particularly interesting. Sure, you get a thin overview of his career, and he offers a few interesting insights about players, games, and decisions. But, and I hate to say this, it's all a bit mundane. By telling us he won't dish out dirt on other people (an admirable fact), he deprives his memoir of one of the things that draws readers - real, personal insight into the headlining figures of the era. Bobby's also genuinely interested in thanking almost everyone he's encountered in his life and career - again, laudable, but never analytical or critical. I guess that's ultimately my biggest regret - there's very little analysis here, of people or situations. This point is perhaps why the final chapter is, in my view, the most interesting: here he weighs in on the state of the game, offering his opinion about various rules changes. Nothing particularly surprising (as throughout the book), but he does take a stand. In the end I was pleased to read about one of my lasting sports heroes in his own words; but the qualities that make Bobby such an impressive person are exactly those that render his memoir a bit punchless.