Either Mick Foley's excellent efforts have spoiled me, or this effort from one of wrestling's superstars is one of the worst books I have ever read.
Any wrestling biography that is published these days will always be compared to Mick Foley's books. Perhaps Mrs. Foley's baby boy set the bench mark, because Bill Goldberg's foray into the literary world is nothing short of disappointing.
There just doesn't seem to be any passion in his words. For the majority of the book, it just seems to be "on this day, I did that, and on that day, I did this." It just seemed to be an extended list of events.
This book also shows that hindsight is a wonderful thing. Goldberg's comments that he wrestles for the fans and not for the money somehow doesn't ring true, especially when you consider that he turned down the WWF's offer during the failed invasion angle. With an angle and fans that were literally crying out for him, Goldberg preferred to sit at home and earn megabucks from his Time Warner contract.
Bill, when you do get back, take some wrestling lessons from the Sarge. Then take some writing lessons from Mick Foley.