Book Review: Open by Andre Agassi

I'm just going to come out and say it: What a douche bag.

I listened to Open by Andre Agassi on CD, I didn't read it.  It was a long drive.

Here is what I am left with:

Andre Agassi HATES tennis

Andre Agassi wore a hair piece for a short time, because he was an insecure douche bag.  Brooke Shields is the one who finally convinced him to be done with it. 

Andre Agassi has, essentially, an eighth grade education.

Andre Agassi dabbled in meth.  I got the impression that it was sort of like how people drink sometimes.  No big deal.

Andre Agassi really HATES tennis. 

Every CD I thought that he might move on from hating tennis.  Nope.  He also talks about several games serve-by-serve.  Good grief, if you think watching tennis is boring ... just wait until you listen to someone talk about it.  Even the most exciting parts of the book (see: Brooke Shields, hair piece, and meth) are tame.

Usually, I like people more after reading (or listening to) their memoirs.  Let me tell you something, say I was somewhere and Andre Agassi showed up ... I would have no interest in meeting him.  He's miserable and when he's not miserable, he's just boring.

Skip it.