From Publishers Weekly
The Virginia-based Hudgens (
Drive Like Hell) channels regular guy Joe Rice for his rollicking sophomore effort. Gruff, conscientious Joe owns a Washington, D.C., car-detailing service and ticket brokerage, while best friend Gene Dellorso manages a local limo service. Joe's the manager and catcher for the Vicodin-and-beer-fueled Whip Spa Yankees, for which Gene also plays. When Gene, 35, collapses dead at a game, his pre-game confessions of an unsalvageable marriage and a desire to flee for Las Vegas aren't the only secrets he's been hiding: a cavalcade of thugs come crawling out of the woodwork all wanting to claim a 1932 vintage bat used by Babe Ruth that's now worth a cool three million. Things only get worse from there. Though lacking the hyperactive dramatic punch of Hudgens's debut, consistent conflict and a whole heap of mischief keep this lean, amusing novel chugging along. The story is narrated by Rice, and his constant onslaught of conversational expletives may prove a challenge for some, but those ready for a rowdy ride won't be disappointed.
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From Booklist
Joe Rice runs his modest Whip Spa car-detailing business, and he's player-manager of the Whip Spa Yankees. For Joe, life is largely a metaphor for baseball. He and his teammates are all in their 30s, and a pregame meal is two cans of Red Bull and a couple of Vicodins. Then there's Rice's utterly profligate business partner, Gene, the Yankees' slumping slugger, who dies of a massive heart attack sliding home with the go-ahead run. After Gene's death, Joe is tasered by New Jersey gangsters looking for a nearly priceless bat used by Babe Ruth. The Jerseyans tell the still-twitching Joe that the bat was Gene's, and Joe decides that the Babe's bat will mean salvation for Whip Spa and the Yankees, but securing it will pit him against dangerous hoods, his own fecklessness, and his own past. Hudgens (Drive Like Hell, 2004) has scored again. He's given readers an engaging, knowing glimpse of an odd, but no doubt real, world of arrested development. And he knows his baseball. Gaughan, Thomas
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