Review — Big Game

This is the first thing I’ve read from Mark Leibovich and I probably won’t be reading anything else of his. ‘Big Game’ came off as New England elitist, scatter brained and arrogant. It has been by far one of the more disappointing sports books I’ve read in a while.

Truth be told, this is the first book I’ve read by Leibovich but he’s written several others so it’s pretty shocking that this was so bad. It came off to me that Leibovich just wanted to hang out with his boyhood team, the New England Patriots, and say that he got to chill with Tom Brady.

Leibovich had moments in the book and really could have picked any one of those and written a solid book. Like concussions and how former players struggle after they hang up their cleats. Instead he spent like one chapter on this and then went back to hanging out with the Patriots.

I can’t recommend this book, in fact it gets a hard pass. It had no story or semblance of one other than Leibovich. There are plenty of other books about the NFL out there and I’m pretty sure they are better than this one.