Fenway Fever by John H. Ritter
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
We really need to talk about the tragedy that is this book.
First and foremost, I get that authors cannot, either for legal or moral reasons, use the real names of current baseball players. I'm fine with that. But to just start trying to ape past players (Billee Orbit for Bill "Spaceman" Lee, a player nicknamed "Beer Can" instead of "Oil Can") is a whole other area for me.
Plus, major, major editorial problems. Runs the gamut from baseball rules gone awry to calling someone the "Worcester Rooster" as he's from Worcester, Massachusetts - a city pronounced "Whiss-ter" and not rhyming at all. It's sloppy.
I was fairly disappointed in this, truth be told. I had low expectations to start and it didn't even meet those. So many good sports books, I'd hate for this to be the one to be picked up with how many flaws there were.
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