Reading List: Wherever I Wind Up
This is weird. I’ve read two baseball books this year and I don’t even follow the game. R.A. Dickey has been in the news a ton lately and from reading a few articles about him he sounded like an interesting guy. I’m also a sucker for knuckleball pitchers. So when I found this book for two bucks at a booksale I picked it up.
Turns out I didn’t much like Mr. Dickey at all. Probably it was a mixture of the Christianity, abuse survivor shtick, and the fact that I just found him obnoxious and shallow. The book was pretty standard sports-bio fare, full of cliches and written at the fourth grade level. I did enjoy learning a bit about the knuckleball, though.
