Religion and fantasy sports collide in this over-the-top satire that focuses on Danny's alcohol-fueled obsession with the Game, an annual contest hosted by the Game Masters. Danny would do anything to be Chosen (with a capital C), but there's the rub: even if he is Chosen, he won't know it until the Game is over. He also doesn't have any way of knowing what the rules to the Game are. But that's just life, ya know? Or is it the Game? All bets are off in this thinly veiled mockery of everything you hold dear.
Reader beware: this book has been described by my mom as "crude, but I have to say I like it, because you're my son, probably."