![]() ![]() ![]() Namath played the field in simpler times: quarterbacks called their own plays players chain-smoked in the locker room at halftime beefy linemen didn’t lift weights and concussions were considered just another no-count boo-boo. His (their?) prose has a certain appeal, as in: “I hated all winds, unless I was flying a kite or they were coming at my back.” Joe has stories to tell, and with the aid of Sean Mortimer and Don Yaeger, he does better than a passable job. It begins: “Joe Namath has been a reluctant author since he was able to write.”īut let it go. This unmistakable fact, already known to the reader, is conceded in the "about the author" section at the end of Namath's meandering memoir, “All the Way: My Life in Four Quarters” (Little, Brown and Company, 240 pp., ★★★ out of four). He’s Broadway Joe.īut make no mistake: the gifted athlete is not a natural author. He is an American original, a flesh-and-blood natural who shone at any sport he took a shine to and guaranteed a Super Bowl win when his team was an 18-point underdog. It is hard to think of Joe Namath without smiling. ![]()
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