I wanted to introduce this book by first showing you a video of how I think of George Plimpton. However, I was unable to find one that I could link to. Perhaps you have seen him in Nero Wolfe. If you have, then you would know what was running through my head the entire time I read this book.
Apparently my husband has a lot of sports books he feels I should read. To be fair, I've been wanting to read this one. I should start out by saying, I don't care for football. My high school didn't have a football team, they had a soccer team (football to the rest of the world). So, despite several attempts, I don't really understand the game and find it rather tedious.
Which of course makes you wonder why I would want to read this book. Well, for starters it was written by the founder of The Paris Review. Second, I'm a big fan of Bill Buford and enjoy narratives of someone unwittingly getting in far deeper than they expected in a project. (Husband's review of Heat.) George Plimpton pioneered the novice taking on a challenge with professionals to give the every day guy a glimpse into that world narrative. In this case, professional football.
Overall, it's quite good. Plimpton's cover is blown early on and the team sort of adopts him while still hazing him a bit. There were some echoes of Bull Durham in just life on the team and in whether you're going to be kept for the upcoming season.
I still don't care for football. Not even George Plimpton was going to change that. However, I do have a better appreciation of what goes into playing football. It's surprisingly complicated if only there were a better way to show that on the field, I might consider watching. Well, after several - other - issues are taken care of as well.