This Just In...

 
Apologies for the silence on this blog for the past two weeks — I was completely sucked into the insanity of the SXSW music festival in Austin, Texas. I'm now back and trying to get back up to speed on everything else in my life, though my post-festival haze isn't making it easy.

However, it was music to my bloodshot eyes this morning to find that Big Hair & Plastic Grass has received its first official review... and a very favorable one, at that. From Kirkus Reviews:

Epstein, Dan
BIG HAIR AND PLASTIC GRASS: A Funky Ride Through Baseball and America in the Swinging ’70s
 
    A delightful history of the “weirdness, hairiness, overall funkiness, and sheer amusement” that was America’s pastime in the 1970s.
    By the beginning of the decade, the cultural revolution of the ’60s had reached a last bastion of tradition, baseball. Drugs, fashion, the sexual revolution, Black Power and an insistence on quirky individualism all left their mark on the game. The era began with Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Dock Ellis throwing a no-hitter in 1970 while on LSD, and ended with the Chicago White Sox “Disco Demolition” night in 1979 that resulted in the worst on-field riot in baseball history. In between appeared an array of “charismatic rebels, flakes, and hard-nosed hustlers” who challenged many conventions of the game. There was also plenty of good baseball, writes shockhound.com managing editor Epstein (20th Century Pop Culture, 2002). The author proceeds year-by-year through the decade, highlighting the great teams, players and moments: the Oakland As dynasty of the early ’70s; Cincinnati’s Big Red Machine; Hank Aaron breaking Babe Ruth’s home-run record; Reggie Jackson hitting three home runs in one World Series game. But it’s the quirkiness of the era and its players that captivates. For a time, baseball became a game played on an artificial surface that bore no relation to real grass, and players wore form-fitting polyester uniforms in “retina-searing color combinations that would’ve made Ty Cobb choke on his chaw.” Hair was everywhere, from giant Afros to voluminous mustaches. Epstein also discusses the more serious issues of the time, such as the struggle of African-Americans to gain entrance to upper-level positions in baseball, and Frank Robinson becoming the first black manager, in 1975. By the dawn of the ’80s, the weirdness was pretty much over, as “team uniforms gradually became, on the whole, less colorful, and so did the players themselves.”
    Baseball fans and non-fans alike will revel in this loving look at a long-gone era.

As Jimmy "JJ" Walker would say, Dy-No-MITE!!! And remember folks, if this sounds like your kinda thang, you can pre-order my book (which comes outMay 25) at any of the bookseller links HERE, HERE or HERE.

Comments

[Kevin C.]

Dan, congratulations! I'm looking forward to grabbing a copy. Best of luck and ALWAYS slide feet first.

[Dan E]

Thanks, Kevin! Hope that shoulder of yours is feelin' better!

[Don]

So, when will you be guesting for the 7th inning stretch at Wrigley?

[Matt P.]

Looking forward to getting a signed copy when you swing through Bklyn in late May. Congrats!

[Jeb]

Can't wait - I hope there's a chapter devoted to the Houston Astros uniforms. A book after my own heart - I will send you my powerpoint on Astros 'taches throughout the years if you'd like...

Keep sharing the land... man
Yours,
- Dennis Menke