I am not sure why I picked this up, other than I had not been reading much since returning from our trip West and I didn't something easy and fun to get back on the track. This was easy and fun, though not much else. It follows a year in the life of Jack Malloy, a Vegas roustabout who inherits the New York Hawks, when his father, the inestimatiable Jack Mallow dies. Of course, father and son have not talked to each other in years, and his sister and brother hate him because his father gives the prodigal son the team, not them. He's a jock, who broke his father's heart when he went West to play college ball, rather than Notre Dame. He gets injured his sophomore year in a dubious play by the quarterback, Bubba Royal, who incidnetally just happens to quarterback Jack's Hawks. Lupica is pretty good at describing the pampered mostly black footballers of today, though a bit exaggerated. Jack must fight to get the owners to let him in the league, as his team vies for the super bowl trophy, which they win, of course. He sets up the born again Christian owner who stands in his way, with, what else, a hot little black chick. Even the born again boys cannot keep it in their pants. During the year, we see Jack, his team, and his players live a life few of us lead or want, filled with booze, lots of naked, horny ladies, all kinds of sex, drugs, and of course, on Sundays, there is football. A quick read, funny, often right on if you are disgusted and enamored with pro ball. I did not want to like it but I kept going back so I could finish it.
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