I know, I know. Shocking.
He spent about two weeks reading it, giggling away to himself so often that my interest was finally piqued.
I mean, my interest would normally have been piqued earlier, but the book was about… tennis. It was the autobiography of Andre Agassi.
On the strength of Min’s rave reviews, and on the claim that Open was the best sports autobiography ever written, I read it. I didn’t giggle as often as Min. Maybe I wasn’t privvy to enough behind-the-scenes tennis knowledge. But, I did thoroughly enjoy the read. It wasn’t really about tennis, in the end. It was about a fanatically driven man, how he became that way, and how he learned to survive his own obsession.
Open, likely the only sports book I’ll ever read.