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Biography & Autobiography. Sports & Recreations. Nonfiction. HTML:The 50th Anniversary edition of "the book that changed baseball" (NPR), chosen by Time magazine as one of the "100 Greatest Non-Fiction" books. When Ball Four was published in 1970, it created a firestorm. Bouton was called a Judas, a Benedict Arnold, and a "social leper" for having violated the "sanctity of the clubhouse." Baseball commissioner Bowie Kuhn tried to force Bouton to sign a statement saying the book wasn't true. Ballplayers, most of whom hadn't read it, denounced the book. It was even banned by a few libraries. Almost everyone else, however, loved Ball Four. Fans liked discovering that athletes were real people�??often wildly funny people. David Halberstam, who won a Pulitzer for his reporting on Vietnam, wrote a piece in Harper's that said of Bouton: "He has written . . . a book deep in the American vein, so deep in fact that it is by no means a sports book." Today Ball Four has taken on another role�??as a time capsule of life in the sixties. "It is not just a diary of Bouton's 1969 season with the Seattle Pilots and Houston Astros," says sportswriter Jim Caple. "It's a vibrant, funny, telling history of an era that seems even further away than four decades. To call it simply a 'tell all book' is like describing The Grapes of Wrath as a book about harvesting peaches in California." Includes a new foreword by Jim Bouton's wife, Paula Kurman "An irreverent, best-selling book that angered baseball's hierarchy and changed the way journalists and fans viewed the sports world." �??The Washington… (more)
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I read this in the early 1970's and so this is a re-read for me, nearly 40 years later. The book holds up well. Of course, it's somewhat dated. The players are different and so is the game of baseball. Athletes were paid relatively miniscule amounts compared to their later counterparts and so money issues take a front seat.
To me, this book is a time capsule of players and the game I remember from my youth.
The odd thing is that, these days, this book seems pretty tame but back then, it was earthshaking. Absolutely loved what is widely seen as an icon in baseball literature.
Now I feel should explain my background here. I played Little League ball when I was young. I felt it a family obligation... you're a Reyome male, you play a sport. Well, I sucked at baseball. I enjoyed tennis, and basketball, and street hockey, but was at best uninterested in all of them.
This, I thought, made me weird. A deviant. I was, God forbid, different. I loved to sing, I loved to act, I loved to write. Was there a place for me in this sports-obsessed Reyome family world?
Well, apparently there is. This book did two important things for me...it taught me that baseball--nay, sports in general--was not everyone's be-all end-all. There was a life beyond it, and I think I learned that a lot sooner than anyone has a right to. Pretty darned important news for a 13 year old.
Weirdly though my interest in sports, especially baseball, did not lessen after this reading. Instead it grew and grew. I became intrigued with the statistical side of games, and in no time found myself employed as official scorer for a men's softball league. $15 a game in 1978? Yes, please! It beat working, I was good at it, and I was taken seriously...ask any of the guys who contested hits versus errors with me.
Then came motor racing. Well, who knew, my first interest in that singular sport was the stats...and I have made a pretty decent supplemental living with this pretty much ever since. I was in Timing & Scoring at Fairgrounds Speedway Nashville this past weekend, a venue that's been a home away from home for me since 1992.
Inevitable Question: Do I really credit Jim Bouton and Ball Four for this?
Equally Certain Answer: You bet I do. By expressing the notion that there was a place for everyone in sports, even us deviants, he opened a lot of doors into worlds I never knew existed, worlds I am still exploring all these years later.
Read this book, cover to cover, even if you don't care a lick for baseball or sports of any kind. Truly, it might change your life. Otherwise you'll just enjoy a helluva entertaining read. Either way, there's no Loss...only a potential Win or a Save.
Thank you, Jim Bouton.
My A's just lost their Wild Card game, so I though I'd end my personal baseball season by finally reading this!
The book is about the author's 1969 season, spent with the Seattle
It is dated, and at times offensive, the "beaver hunting" probably being the most so. But even with that, it was interesting to read in the Editor's Forward by Leonard Shecter that they had to "make a decision, too, about the use of language.", and that the reader should, "Rate it X.". Now, he wrote that in January 1970, but I must say that by 2019's standards, this would be PG-13, or R at most! Crazy how times, and standards, change...
I really did enjoy this book, and found myself laughing out loud many times! But I do wonder how the author could justify revealing so many things about his friends, teammates, and the locker room itself. I would be pissed if I were his friend or teammate! So, a really good read, from a man I would have never, ever trusted!
What a fascinating individual. He's no
Getting a real kick out of my non-fiction binge lately. I used to not be as interested, but the best books I've read this year have all been non-fiction. Just a side note, that has nothing to do with Ball Four.
It was an idyllic time. All fans of baseball were of the awe-shucks typology. The Babe had been a tribute to pure athleticism. Mickey Mantle wasn’t really doing shots at that hotel bar. Baseball owners weren’t really in violation of the Sherman Act. No one who was exposed to Vietnam, fire-hosed children, riots, assassinations, and potential nuclear proliferation on a day-to-day basis could possibly believe that ball players would use the F-bomb and scratch! Nobody could be prepared for this exposé! - M. Grogan
Alright, barring my typical BS digressions, as I hesitantly worked through about 100 pages of this thing, I realized I began to enjoy this guy’s story, or notes, or what have you. In a strange way it all comes together despite the lack of discernable thesis – just some dude and his diary (and patient editor). In fact he seems to deftly disperse occasional extra-baseball societal items here and there as a kind of contextual grounding tool that positions the relative silliness of a professionally structured game within the more turbulent context of the era. The big baseball “exposé” is really just telling locker room stories where casual tales about unsophisticated management, the machinations of (more than) occasional meathead teammates, and player rights exploitation pre-free agency cautiously express the reality about the highest echelon of the sport. This likely deconstructed the idealized views of the Topps card-wielding youth who was forbidden from reading it by mom. For the adults, Bouton proved/proves fairly comical and clever. Additionally, like any good baseball book, it ends with the Astros predictably blowing another playoff bid in the last week or so... It’s a pretty good read if you’re into the sport and certainly I can imagine the consternation of some embarrassed players, owners, etc. that resulted in Bouton’s subsequent Black-listing.
I read the version including the Fifth Ball – essentially the ten-year revisitation – that, while more coherent and thankfully brief, seemed an undesired appendage. The best part was the “where are they now” portion listing former managers and players washing cars, coaching in the minors, or vanished. Obviously this is a “Where is Jim now?” addition, with the post-book network news career, amazing baseball comeback, and invention of Big League Chew Bubble Gum. I understand that he’s written another book or two so I’m not sure if those cover the post 1970 years, but they seem to want a book of their own for readers more interested than myself.
As a narrative, however, it leaves much to be desired. Structured as a daily chronicle of Bouton’s 1969 season with the Seattle Pilots (who ceased to exist after their single season, after which they moved to Milwaukee and transformed into the Brewers) and later the Houston Astros, there is nothing resembling a genuine story here—more precisely, the book is more littérature vérité than crafted plot. The book reads like a diary/journal, and each entry is prefaced by the date and city where the action occurs. So if it’s a well-structured narrative plot you’re seeking, look elsewhere. But if you want a “slice of life” look behind the scenes of 1969 major league baseball, this is the book for you.
Certainly a departure from
I later met Bouton in Portland, when he was knuckle balling for the single A Mavericks and had him sign my
I really did enjoy this book, and found myself laughing out loud many times! But I do wonder how the author could justify revealing so many things about his friends, teammates, and the locker room itself. I would
"Ball Five" - “Why so much anger?” Bouton writes in “Ball Five”, ten years later. Really Jim? How clueless were you? I bet you don't understand why you had such a hard time broadcasting too? Gee whiz man, try so actual soul-searching! Teammates and friends didn't like that you wrote that stuff without their permission! How hard is that to understand?
The positive side of "Ball Five" is the update, ten years later, of where some of the Pilots ended up. Plus, Jim's pitching comeback! And the fact that Bouton helped invent Big League Chew! I loved that stuff growing up! Thanks Jim!
"Ball Six" was written 20 years after the original, and "Ball Seven" thirty years after. I had my belly full of Bouton's ego, and skimmed those two. I just don't like his braggadocio and high opinion of himself. Plus, his continual questioning of "why do they STILL not like what I did?" just seems pathetic. Like I said above, "Ball Four" is a really entertaining read, but the author is not a person I would have ever trusted.
That aside, it's a good book about a pitcher who's fast ball is no longer at his command. Facing professional extinction, he re-makes