By Jose Canseco
Canseco's publication unearths the way it occurs. How and while McGwire all started utilizing, how Canseco turned "The Chemist" between teammates and MLB avid gamers. It explains how Rafael Palmerio took off like he did after a hugely forgettable begin of carreer. It unearths a detailed dating among Canseco and A-Rod...
However, Canseco's ebook can be natural propaganda paintings. the writer wishes you to think that steroids are the reply to any difficulties. Steroids will make you reside longer, it is going to healing whatever, it'll make you cheerful. "Juiced" is firstly an attempt at justification.
That's loads of bull.
5 stars for the way it happended and who did it.
1 superstar for the justification, propaganda work.
It potential the ebook is worthy three stars.
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Extra info for Juiced: Wild Times, Rampant 'Roids, Smash Hits, and How Baseball Got Big
I started with the light stuff that off-season before the 1985 season, your basic testosterone, liquid form, combined with some Deca Derbol. I lifted weights seriously all the way through to spring training the next February. Coming back from Modesto the previous year, I'd weighed only 180 pounds. A few months of work at the gym—and my new steroid regimen—made all the difference: I arrived at spring training in 1985 twenty-five pounds heavier than the year before, and it was all solid muscle. "Wow, you've been really working hard in the off-season," the general manager, Walt Jocketty, told me.
I needed to get bigger, stronger, smarter, and more patient at the plate. But the thing I was most focused on was speed. Even though I stole fifteen bases as a rookie, and only got thrown out seven times, I knew I had the potential to steal a lot more bases. But I could only do that if I learned how to harness my speed and develop a more explosive first step, which makes all the difference when you're trying to get a good jump down to second base. I was so rough back then, I was focused on everything from cutting down on my strikeouts to psychological strengthening.
The one thing I started doing pretty well was hitting the baseball. I guess I just had good hand-eye coordination or something. Even with that skinny, lanky body of mine, I showed some talent for hitting some baseballs pretty far. That's what people remember who knew me back then. One time, we had a practice game where half our team was going against the other half. A guy named Val Lopez was on the opposing team, and he was a friend of ours. A lot of times, he would pick us up and give us a ride to practice or to games.
Juiced: Wild Times, Rampant 'Roids, Smash Hits, and How Baseball Got Big by Jose Canseco