I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW. . . BECAUSE I GROW BETTER LOOKING EVERY DAY. by Joe Willie & Dick Schaap Namath

I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW. . . BECAUSE I GROW BETTER LOOKING EVERY DAY.

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KIRKUS REVIEW

It's big, bad, beautiful Broadway Joe, football's Super Star throwing curves guaranteed to knock Life, Newsweek, Sports Illustrated, the F.B.I. and every undercover cop in town for a loss. Or in other words, ""There are enough true stories about me without people going around making things up."" Candid (""I'm friendly with known gamblers, too. Like, I'm friendly with my mother"") confessions throughout as Joe raps about the Bachelor's III confrontations; his infamous past as invented by himself vs. the sportswriters; his girl friends; his home ""Till I was thirteen, I thought my name was 'shut up!'""; booze, buddies and of course, football which is a real field trip in this action.

Pub Date: Nov. 10th, 1969
Publisher: Random House