“Hawk” by Ken Harrelson with Jeff Snook, Triumph, 384 pages, $27.95
Ken “Hawk” Harrelson has met so many famous people and gifted so much, it roughly seems as if this journal should be volume 1. The quick and mad name-dropping and conspicuous anecdotes fact Harrelson’s outsized life in ball and beyond. He hung out with Frank Sinatra in Palm Springs; debated attack with Ted Williams; played golf with Jackie Robinson as a immature male and with Michael Jordan after on; and compared hairstyles with Bobby Kennedy in a Red Sox locker room. Harrelson was with Joe Namath a night before a quarterback’s mythological display in Super Bowl III? Of march he was. Naturally, there are tales of “Yaz” and “Catfish” and a ’67 Red Sox, many of that will sound informed to longtime White Sox viewers. Harrelson was one of a game’s many colorful stars during a 1960s, and his memories of that conceptual duration for ball and multitude are frequency compelling. Harrelson shares many behind-the-scenes sum about a White Sox and Jerry Reinsdorf, including his hilly one-year run as a team’s ubiquitous manager in 1986. He also weighs in with insights on his infrequently inclement relations with umpires and how a diversion has altered for a improved and worse. The book feels like a 22-inning game, permitting “Hawk” copiousness of time to tell his story with all his signature phrases and dialect. Indeed, we roughly hear his particular voice entrance off a pages.
“Tiger Woods” by Jeff Benedict and Armen Keteyian, Simon Schuster, 512 pages, $30
The difficult life of Tiger Woods is examined in this endless biography. The authors conducted 250 interviews to square together a mural of what done Woods arguably a biggest golfer ever and what eventually led to a overwhelming rain in his personal life. No other contestant in a post-Michael Jordan epoch had a firmer reason on a world’s courtesy than Woods. The authors call him a “transcendent star that comes around as mostly as Halley’s Comet.” They fact his mania to extend a boundary of his talent as a golfer. The inside stories of his golf feats are fascinating, yet it is a personal side of Woods’ story that provides a crux of this book. Woods’ father, Earl, is portrayed in a frequency unflattering light. He is shown as a womanizer who took advantage of people who supposing profitable services to him and his son, frequency expressing any gratitude. Woods eventually follows in his father’s footsteps in many ways. On many occasions, he is shown to be cold and ungrateful, as he abruptly ends relations with people who deliberate him to be a tighten friend. Of course, there are straightforward sum of Woods’ infidelities while married to his wife, Elin, all of that eventually were played out in a harshest of open eyes. Ultimately, a authors find to explain how Tiger Woods became who he is, both on and off a golf course.
“Winning Ugly” by Todd Radom, Sports Publishing, 176 pages, $24
No, this is not a book about a 1983 White Sox, that picked adult a nickname “Winning Ugly” en track to winning to a American League West. However, their uniforms are featured in this new book, and not indispensably in a good way. Radon, a striking engineer specializing in branding for veteran franchises and events, looks behind during ball uniforms that unsuccessful to magnitude adult by a years. Not surprisingly, dual sets of White Sox uniforms are showcased for ranking among a misfortune of a worst. The untucked pajama-top character implemented by Bill Veeck from 1976-81 was a vital fail. Radon says Veeck’s famous examination in carrying his players wear shorts in 1976 “makes a clever explain to be a singular weirdest Major League uniform of all time.” That was followed by a softball-style uniforms ragged by a Sox from 1982-87, that Radon says are “first list inductee into a Wonderfully Ugly Baseball Uniform Hall of Fame.” The Sox, though, have copiousness of association in a nauseous uniform department. That includes several of a Cubs’ highway uniforms, that Radon says missed a mark. This book is a fun demeanour during ball uniforms, display how a expansion of a diversion compelled teams to try new styles with colourful colors and nontraditional designs. It is beguiling to relive some of a epically bad uniforms, like a all-brown once ragged by a San Diego Padres, and consternation what they were thinking.
Ed Sherman is a freelance writer.