Book Review: Ball Four

The Book That Broke the Clubhouse Door

I read Ball Four when I was a kid, maybe 14. I thought it was wild. Players drinking during games, popping greenies, chasing women on the road. It was like baseball’s diary had been left open, and I got a peek at the pages I wasn’t supposed to read.

I didn’t understand all of it.

But it stuck with me. In high school, I competed in Forensics. I was in the …