"Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are Might Have Been."
Al Unser Jr was auto racing royalty. His family had been racing since the 1930s. His father won the Indianapolis 500 four times. His uncle Bobby won the Indianapolis 500 three times. Another uncle, Jerry, died at the Indianapolis Speedway before Al Jr. was born.
And beginning in the early 80s, Little Al, as he was known, was the crown prince with perhaps more talent than any driver since Mario Andretti. He won championships in Indycar. He won the Indianapolis 500 twice, and two other times had wins within at in his sights at the Greatest Spectacle in Racing.
And he threw it all away.
That's the story the Unser tells in this book. How he got hooked on marijuana and alcohol, with occasional episodes with cocaine, his wife's choice of drugs. In the end, Unser's addictions cost him his talent, his family, his career, his fortune and his legacy -- tarnishing a family legacy built for decades.
The book is pretty honest. I think there are still times when Unser hides his own blame, pushing it off at times on his ex-wife, his financial planners, his car owners. But Unser does not hide the fact that he hit absolute rock bottom -- put a gun to your head bottom.
He found religion and seems to be getting control of himself. But there still seems to be some growing and some challenges facing him. Only time will tell if his recovery is permanent.
The book is well-written by Jade Gurss. There's a lot in it for Indycar racing fans. So why not a higher rating? I think it's because I saw how much talent Al Unser Jr. had. He was the real deal. He could have been a four or five time winner at Indianapolis. He could have been the first American to win in Formula 1 since Mario Andretti. He could have put the crown on the Unser claim to the greatest racing family ever.
Instead, he threw it away. And as I read this book, time after time I cringed at Unser's poor judgment, at his turning away all those offers of people to help him, at his immaturity that continued well into his 30s, 40s, even 50s. It made me angry to see such talent thrown away.