Book Review: The Glory of Their Times

Book Review - The Glory of Their Times: The Story of the Early Days of Baseball Told by the Men Who Played It

by Lawrence S. Ritter

I'm just another tenor in the choir singing the praises.

"I roomed with that crazy character for a while. If they thought he was nutty later, they should have seen him then. He was just an overgrown boy. It was a riot. I remember one time he called the outfield in and pitched an inning without any outfielders. It happened in an exhibition game during spring training, coming up from the South. It was an Easter Sunday, and somebody in the stands threw an egg at him and hit him right on top of the head. You couldn't faze that guy, though. He's the only guy I know who appreciated a thing like that. So he showed them how good he was by calling in the outfield and striking out the side." - Tommy Leach, on Rube Waddell (pg. 25)

How readable?

Extremely readable. Good for all ages. Good for any mood. Good for any level of commitment. I read the first half or so of this book in one sitting. Completely immersed. Then chipped away at it in pre-bed hours over the course of a couple weeks.

My favorite part.

One running theme throughout this book is that ballplayers back in the early 1900s were not the polished professionals you see on the television today. They were degenerates and troublemakers. Rabblerousers. Happy to bend the rules when umpires look the other way.

I’ll admit I have moments where I roll my eyes at bat flips, trash talk, sign stealing, and miscellaneous bush league tactics. I typically like the guys who put their head down after cracking one 450ft off the barrel and humbly round the bases.

This book has changed the way I think about ballplayers. The spirit of baseball and the moxy, cunning, and spontaneity of its earliest ancestors. And the love they exhibit for the competition and silliness of it all.

What could I possibly not like?

If you have built an immunity to the charm of the old and elderly, you may lose patience with the first-person perspectives of the exclusively old and elderly.

Not sure what else to say here.

Summary.

Two concepts infinitely endear me:

• Show, don’t tell
• Spontaneous order

The Glory of Their Times paints a detailed picture without you realizing someone’s painting. Never before had I considered spontaneous order in the context of a narrative, or literature. It’s an economics term. But that’s the best way I can describe the feeling when this book really started to click. All of a sudden, a living, breathing world emerged.

Every personality pieces the puzzle together to create a vivid snapshot in time. There is no beginning, and no end. No contributor buttons things up nicely for us before passing the baton to the next. They are each accidentally and unpredictably poetic. The cumulative effect sneaks up on you.

This book reignites excitement for the game of baseball. Illustrates a shared history of the game’s earliest memories. Captures an ineffable essence.

I think you should read it.