Like a bad referee, Howard Berger makes his personal presence all too focal in what is purported to be an account of life on the road with the Toronto Maple Leafs. Is what he had for dinner last night, where he took a walk, or how he almost got into accident on the 401 years ago relevant to the topic? This book could be halved by ommitting Berger's unprofessional ramblings and sophomoric level of editorializing, neither of which have anything to do with NHL hockey. The handful of interesting anecdotes or interviews are scattered between, and his sporadic game descriptions are written as if they were high school book reports. If this book had an editor, that person did a horrific job on spelling, punctuation and grammar as well, sadly reinforcing the stereotype that most sports writers (and hockey fans) are dolts -- thanks a lot, whoever you are. Berger does successfully convey the monontony of endless team travel -- I wouldn't want to be stuck on a plane or bus with him for any length of time. As far as hockey writing goes, Berger should have no fear of ever being mistaken for Ken Dryden, Roy MacGregor or Dick Irvin, Jr. I recommend any book (for adults) by these latter authors for fascinating, thoughtful, intelligent, and humorous chronicles of the real NHL.