Reggie Jackson spent the 1974 season recording his thoughts and feelings into a tape recorder, and sportswriter Bill Libby pulled it all together into book format. The resulting record is frank and brutally honest. It's hard to imagine a contemporary player writing a book where he rips the shit out of his team owner the way Jackson does to Charlie Finley of the Oakland Athletics, while still being on his payroll.
Jackson reflects on the long grind of the season and all its ups and downs, the pressure of being a superstar, clubhouse fights, womanizing, drug use, and contract negotiations in the final days before free agency changed the game for good.
The 70s are the golden era for baseball autobiographies.