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"I Ain't an Athlete, Lady..."

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John Kruk was not known in Philly for his neatness therefore you cannot expect his book to be neat either ! Instead the book is everything that embodied Krukker,and the rest of his team mates during that wonderful season 1993. He is honest, open and caring. He is straight forward where criticism is needed and gentle and kind where emotions ran high. His story about his bout with cancer was touching and human. I ain't an athlete lady, maybe not but you are a heck of a human being. Thanks for a terrific experience. This book makes us all part of the 93 Phillies. Welcome to Macho Row !

Simply, there are three main reasons to read this book One, it provides the reader with an inside look at the lifestyle of Major League Baseball Players. This is especially interesting because the Krukker is not the stereotypical mold for a baseball player, physically, or as you will know when you finish the book, he has a more humble attitude then baseball players are given credit for. It really makes you wish you could live your life playing baseball Two, it is hysterical, especially the second or third time you read it (I have read it at least 5 times) Three, even non-baseball fans can appreciate this down to earth look at life generally.

This is a highly amusing look at baseball by one of the game's most colorful characters. John Kruk looked more like a beer-swilling softball player from the corner tavern than a pro athlete - maybe that's why so many fans rooted for him. But Kruk was a good ballplayer, not to mention a decent and intelligent human being. Here he recounts the 1993 season with the Philadelphia Phillies, a colorful squad that won that year's NL pennant and faced Toronto in the World Series. Kruk describes himself, many of his teammates, and that very enjoyable season. He is both funny and revealing without being disrespectful. Kruk clearly enjoyed himself as a player and a teammate, and isn't baseball supposed to be fun?

This book may be no compendium of deep ideas, but it's a fun read by a player with a nice balance of decency and humor.

Throughout history, the husky gentleman has always had a rough go of it. Aside from the venerable William Howard Taft, portly men of great achievement have been few and far between. That was until 1986, when a young slugger from the hills of West Virginia was called up to the San Diego Padres, ushering in a new era of heavyset competitors. Commentators were astonished at his ability to steal bases and hit for an excellent average. Women flocked to him. Boys, including a young man from New England named Matthew, wanted to be him. After finishing this book at the ripe of age of 10, I promptly set it down and picked up a large meatball grinder. I experimented with a mullet too, but ultimately decided that the style had passed its time. I'd like to blame my current paunch on Mr. Kruk, but instead, I thank him for it. This book will change your life too.

I think this book is great it was written so neatly and i think you should all call the publisher and tell them to bring it back.