The first proper biography of Weaver. Miller’s affection for his subject, a character more colorful than the O’s black-and-orange bird mascot, jumps right off the bat ... Doesn’t feel like the whole story. This isn’t to suggest that Miller holds anything back; his research is thorough and his interviews plentiful. But since Weaver passed away a dozen years ago, at 82, there’s no full accounting for whatever regret he might have felt ... Miller captures the flawed man and nearly flawless manager in all his profane genius.
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