O'Neal wanted to become a major league baseball player. He got as far as still existing semipro Negro Leagues, pitching for two different teams in the 1970s, the only white baseball player to do so. His story, more folksy reminiscence than memoir, spans more than that period alone, however, as he begins at the beginning, with his Little League days. The author has a pleasant and affable narrative voice, but the lack of narrative focus undermines what is otherwise a potentially interesting yarn. His experience in the Negro League is genuinely historically fascinating and much underdeveloped. He does succeed in conveying a lifelong love of baseball, and his reliance on his faith is also front and center.