“The definitive history of baseball cards. . . . As much fun as opening a pack of baseball cards and discovering a Mickey Mantle.” —Forbes

“[A] fun road trip/ballpark adventure with pranks, missed exits, a misadventure with a scalper, and a sellout on the worst possible day. . . . Blatt and Brewster have definitely scored.” —Publishers Weekly

“Reads like a mix of Jack Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson, Neil Simon and National Lampoon. You’ll laugh the whole way through.” —Ed Lucas, Jersey Journal

“Part Kerouac, part The Odd Couple, I Don’t Care if We Never Get Back . . . starts out as a geeky-neat road trip.” —Chris Foran, Journal Sentinel

“An oblique view of baseball full of hijinks, havoc, and humor, this is fandom to the extreme.” —Robert Birnbaum, Daily Beast

“A cross between The Cannonball Run and The Great Race, with portions of It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World thrown in for good measure. . . . The road trip—and narrative—zigzags across the country, with the authors (helped by three other drivers at times) driving 22,000 miles in 716 hours. They watched 8,913 pitches and completed their quest with a few hours to spare. . . . The dynamic and back-and-forth tension and sarcasm between Blatt and Brewster is funny. . . . Worth reading.” —Bob D’Angelo, Tampa Tribune

“The road-trip memoir has become so tired that there’s almost no premise good enough to resurrect it from endless cliché, and a frenetic race to an arbitrary goal didn’t seem promising. But that wasn’t accounting for two things: Moneyball-worthy mathematical algorithms and the sharp, hilarious prose that has made Lampoon alums famous for generations. . . . Nate Silver numbers and James Thurber wit turn what should be a harebrained adventure into a pretty damn endearing one.” —Kirkus Reviews

“This is a wonderfully crazy, wonderfully stupid idea. I’m glad someone—someone other than me—did it. The result is hilarious and amazing.” —Steve Hely, author of How I Became a Famous Novelist and The Ridiculous Race

“Consistently engaging. . . . [A] fast-moving and hysterical road trip book . . . written in a style that will fondly recall the gonzo fiction of Hunter S. Thompson, as well as the great Jack Kerouac. . . . If you love baseball, you will thoroughly relish I Don’t Care if We Never Get Back and most likely will finish it in one sitting. But even if you are not a fan, you still will be able to sink your teeth into the non-stop witty banter that hits a bullseye in its description of life in America and the ever-present baseball obsession. . . . This is a unique saga that will please everyone who jumps in the backseat to ride along.” —Ray Palen, Bookreporter

“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you two,” he said. “The White Sox game tonight was just cancelled.”

Other than the information that all humans must eventually die, it was the worst news Ben had ever received. Ben had never felt so confused and conflicted, because it was also delivered by his favorite person ever.

Unbeknownst to us, the forecast warning of a chance of rain had been upgraded to “Storm of the Century.” Cancellations were usually a game-time decision. Canceling a game over four hours before it was scheduled to begin was only done when the weather was projected to turn biblical.

Even if the city of Chicago survived the storm, our trip would be destroyed.

“The trip sounded like fun though,” Theo said, already discussing it in the past tense. “I’m assuming doing it in 30 days is hopeless now that the White Sox are cancelled?”

“We’ll rerun the algorithm,” Ben muttered.

Theo cracked up. “Rerun the algorithm,” he repeated to himself.