The WSJ reviews The Grind by Barry Svrluga.
The life of a baseball professional—a player, a manager, a scout, anyone paid to work in the world of baseball—is the envy of just about anyone who isn’t paid to work in the world of baseball. And why wouldn’t it be? You get to hang out in the sun all day, stay up all night, sleep in and make an adult life out of a child’s game. But many who work in the game feel a little bit like the kid caught smoking a cigarette who is forced to smoke three whole packs: After a while, that is just too many cigarettes. One baseball game, two baseball games, 50 baseball games, it’s great. But 162 . . . 162 is something different.
This is the premise of “The Grind: Inside Baseball’s Endless Season” by Barry Svrluga. Mr. Svrluga, who covers the Nationals for the Washington Post, looks at the toll that the every-day-for-six-months-with-no-days-off pace takes on all sorts of people associated with the game and the oft-unseen sacrifices the sport requires. The book is broken up into short chapters—“The Scout,” “The General Manager,” “The Wife.” And he illustrates how the protracted nature of the baseball season profoundly affects them all.