Title: At least it was kinda about football
Product review: I suppose alot of men, like me, really wanted to read this book. It's Grisham. It's football. How could it be bad? Well it is. It's actually rather boring. A story simply doesn't work unless the reader feels some kind of emotion for the main character. Whatever that emotion may be. In this case, I simply didn't care what became of Neely Crenshaw. His story never moved me to sympathy and, as he grew more pathetic throughout the book, by the end I was just glad it was over. Short of one chapter in the middle where a group of former players sit around remembering the big championship game, this book is very dry.
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