I read Dave Pallone’s book. It was pretty good; I liked the part about having to flee the Puerto Rico game becuase of all the Ricans with guns that wanted to kill the umps.
Turns out my baseball-fanatic roommate left the book out to clue me in to his own homosexuality (and, as an aside, his ephebophilia).
Last I heard he was Dean of Students at Palo Alto High School. Yuck.
Interesting use of the book by your roommate. That was an interesting book. All but said the name of John Travolta.