Have a Nice Day!: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks

This Book is Not for the Squeamish

No. This is the autobiography of the Hardcore Legend, Mick Foley. Some wrestling fans claim that “Foley is God.” You’re about to find out why.

Mick Foley is a nice man. A family man. He loves his son, Dewey, his daughter, Noelle, and his beautiful wife, Colette. He loves amusement parks, eating ice cream in bed, and watching Nickelodeon.

So, how to explain his participation in Japanese Death Matches, which replace the ring ropes with barbed wire, cover the mats with glittering gold thumbtacks, and feature C4 explosives scattered throughout the ring? How to explain the barbed–wire scars that zigzag across his body, the second-degree burn tissue that is a memento of an exploding C4, and the missing ear that was ripped clean off his head during a bout? And how to explain how, after losing his ear, he then continued his match?

Here is an intimate glimpse into Mick Foley’s mind, his history, his passions, and what some might call his pathology. No ghostwriter. Not “as told to.” Straight from the twisted genius behind Cactus Jack, Dude Love, and Mankind—deciphered from 760 pages of maniacally handwritten notebook paper–comes a tale of blood, sweat, tears, and still more blood.

You’ll chuckle at Mick’s early back-yard wrestling antics and homemade wrestling movies. You’ll be amazed by the inside scoop on legends in the business like Terry Funk, Harley Race, Abdullah the Butcher, and Ric Flair. You’ll squirm as Mick describes his incredible risks in the ring and his grisly, mind–numbing injuries. Finally, you will cheer with true admiration as arguably the hardest-working, most dedicated, and most heroic man in sports-entertainment beats all the odds and takes home the prize he had been told all along he would never, ever get: the World Wrestling Federation Championship belt.