If you have ever had a conversation with me about John Grisham, you know that I cannot stand his legal books. They're so boring, and they're about lawyers and laws and all that boring stuff. But, amazingly, I enjoy his non-legal books. The first one I ever read was given to me for Christmas by the best gift-giver ever, my Aunt Judy. She gave me Skipping Christmas by Grisham while I was in college. It is a delightful tale about all the commercialism at Christmas, and what would happen if we avoided it. If you saw the movie, Christmas with the Kranks, with Tim Allen and Jamie Lee Curtis, it was similar, but of course the book is always better.
Anyways, back to Pizza. This book is about an NFL quarterback who, through a series of circumstances, basically ends his NFL career through one game. He is only 28 and not ready to be done with football, but football seems to be done with him. So, his manager Arnie manages to get him onto a team in the Italian version of the NFL. Each Italian team is allowed a maximum of 3 American players, and the Americans are the only ones who get paid, and not well at that. The Italians play for the love of the game, and they are treated to pizza and beer once a week by the team's owner.
The descriptions of Italian food, wine, scenery, and customs make me want to dash over to Italy and spend a week or five tooling around the cities and countryside eating and sunning on the beach. Wait until you read/hear the part about Rick trying to get his little Fiat out of a parallel parking place when there is a vehicle less than 12 inches from both front and back, and Rick has never driven a stick. Reminds me of a couple of friends of mine who learned to drive my little blue truck in high school=).
All in all: great book. Read it and crave pasta with me.
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