More a history of the players, club personnel, fans, and others in the park that night than a record of the game itself. For a while, I felt the book was just going on and on without going anywhere—and then I realized it was a reflection of the game itself, a meaningless Minor League contest that became unique because of its meaninglessness. Four hours of the game were played on Easter Sunday morning, which fact the author used to make some irreverent comments about the Resurrection. But overall I enjoyed it as a record of a sport I love at a time before it was taken over by technology and commercialism when things like this could still happen.