A lot of us will have created this book ourselves in the emails we send our friends about our favourite football, baseball or whatever team. Not all of us, of course, can write as well as Stewart O'Nan and Stephen King. This aside, they're essentially the everyfan - the schmucks who are addicted to their team (King actually has a great digression on the Red Sox as his narcotic addiction). And in that way they're just like us.
This book is nothing more than the collection of their diaries and email exchanges throughout what was to be an historic season. And, of course, it's a tremendous temptation just to turn to the back to see how ecstatic they are at the end, but it's that knowing the ending that makes it great. At the moment I'm just past Spring Training and we're leading in the first two Yankees series, so they're both optimistic but shot through with the in-bred Red Sox pessimism - convinced this can't be the year. They're so-so about Curt Schilling, worried about which Pedro Martinez is going to turn up when he pitches, and grouchy about the management. And I know they're gonna be like this right up until we steal it from the Yankees in the AL series.
Probably for baseball fans only. And given their liberal usage of Sox slang, pet names for players, and throwaway references to the too often tragic Sox history, it's probably only for Red Sox supporting baseball fans. But if, like me, you're part of the Nation - and if, of course, you always believed - then Cowboy Up, 'cause you're in for a real treat.