Because I’m a huge sucker for anything 80’s and especially anything mid-80’s New York Mets, I’ll probably buy Doc: A Memoir and read it within a couple days even though I am already reading a Mickey Mantle book and a Lenny Dykstra book.
I think we’ve all heard the story of Doc Gooden’s morning the day after he became a World Series champion. In case you have not, here is a snippet of what it was like for him:
“As my teammates rode through the Canyon of Heroes, I was alone in my bed in Roslyn, Long Island, with the curtains closed and the TV on, missing what should have been the greatest morning of my life,” Gooden wrote.
“I stared at the TV through narrow, squinting eyes,” Gooden wrote. “And that’s how I watched my own victory parade.”
At this point there will be few surprises that a Gooden book offers. It should still be required reading if you were a fan of baseball during the 80’s or grew up when Gooden was the best young arm in the game. And he’s at least already sold one copy of it. I just want it sitting on my book shelf in my den someday. My personal collection wouldn’t be complete without it.