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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
If you grew up with the Cubs, you need to own this book., March 23, 1998
By A Customer
I have to admit a bias in that I am an insufferable Cubs fan, one who spent more than a few childhood days at Wrigley Field. Despite that, Golenbock's book enlightened me to things I am ashamed to say I did not know. For instance, I had no idea the Cubs' original name was the White Stockings. I had assumed all along they were the Cubs. That revelation took some getting used to, for if you're a lifelong Cubs fan, you can't admit to accepting anything White Sox. That aside, Wrigleyville isn't exactly filled with heretofore unknown information, but it does go into particular detail about pre-1900s Cubs history that you're unlikely to find anywhere else. Golenbock seems to have spent the bulk of his energy on the pre-WWII period, and appears to assume the reader is already a Cubs fan with post WWII knowledge. That isn't a complaint, merely an observation. The chapters devoted to Cap Anson, Albert Spaulding, Mike Kelly and Frank Chance are filled with stories even Ernie Banks couldn't have known. Which brings me to my next point. While the passages from Dickie Noles, Darold Knowles and Gene Oliver were entertaining, where were Ernie Banks, Jim Hickman, Phil Regan, Joe Amalfitano, Don Kessinger, Paul Popovich, Bill Madlock etc....? The one paragraph attributed to Joe Pepitone appeared verbatim in his own book. However, as someone who grew up with the Cubs since the late Sixties, it was extremely enlightening to hear from Glenn Beckert, Randy Hundley and Ron Santo. That, however, made the dearth of information from Ryne Sandberg, Shawon Dunston, Andre Dawson, Keith Moreland, Leon Durham, Jody Davis and Jim Frey all the more glaring. But please don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be without this book. Until now, the idiosyncrasies of P.K. Wrigley were only a rumor, and while we always had him to blame for the College of Coaches and the Lou Brock trade, I would now like to thank him for holding out on night baseball and thereby adding to the considerable charm of Wrigley Field. One last thing. In light of the recent passing of the legendary Harry Caray, and the obvious reverence in which Golenbock holds him, it is lamentable there isn't more from him here. Golenbock ends the book with what amounts to a mini-tribute to Harry, and since he makes the correct observation that the current editions of the Cubs are synonomous with Harry, it would have been nice to have had him flesh out that concept to its conclusion. Because, to paraphrase more than one interviewee, my idea of Heaven is being at Wrigley Field on a weekday afternoon in July with Grace in the on-deck circle and Harry at the mike, warbling yet another rendition of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" as I order another Old Style and tell the story of how I saw Hank Aaron make the final out for Ken Holtzman's no-hitter in 1969. Ahhh, you can't beat fun at the ol' ballpark....
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