Post by klawrencio79 on Apr 24, 2018 21:55:09 GMT
We were dating and she agreed to go to a card show with me where Mantle was signing. I have a ball signed by Roger Maris and I really wanted Mickey to ink it. We were in line with me facing forward and the missus facing me with her back to the table. And she was wearing very tight jeans. Mantle (VERY drunk) sees her, stretches his neck and says, for all to hear, Wheee, looky at that! I know what I'd like to sign". My wife, the eternal jokester, giggles and waves coyly to Mantle. And I'm torn. On one hand, one of the biggest cooze hounds in sports history is admiring my girl. On the other hand, an old drunk is hitting on her. The chief of the card show and Mantle's assistant immediately start whispering in his ear and Mickey looks ashamed. He has only been quickly signing and not spending much time with people. He shook out hands and talked for quite a bit. Told a couple stories about him and Maris, signed three items for me, when there was a one item limit and was very gracious. It shows the dual personality of Mickey, the charming Okie and the filthy drunk. Hell, I got my ball signed, the M&M boys.
My wife joked about it until Mantle died. I'd come home and she would be on the phone, "Shhh, Mickey, HE"S home. Yeah, I'll sneak out later. Kisses!!"
Much better than the time Seth Lugo mocked me to my face and then blindly launched a ball into the upper deck during BP, running the risk of hurting someone all for a good laugh at my expense. Shitbag. Boo that man.