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Post by NJtoTX on Apr 25, 2018 1:51:46 GMT
Not sure I've ever seen you share that tale, but that's awesome. Makes for a great story. 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. Mantle was a dick. I knew a collector who met him at a show in San Francisco. He had a 1958 Mantle, graded at an 8. Probably a five figure item. He was wearing a Willie Mays jersey. Mantle noticed the jersey and went off "Another asshole who's going to say that Mays was better than me." The man said he had nothing but respect. Mantle grabbed the card, wrote and spun it back. He didn't sign his name but wrote "Fuck Willie Mays". The card show made it right and he actually got an interesting piece to boot, but there was no cause for that. He was drunk, of course. I've told my story before. When I was 6 years old, several Yankees lived in my home town for a while (Mantle, Maris, Boyer, Pepitone). Mantle had been my idol. One day, my dad and I were alone in Governale's Delicatessen and someone walked in. Dad says "Look, it's Mickey Mantle. Go over and say hi." I was scared. "You'll probably never get another chance." So I walked over and said "Hi, Mickey." It was a crushing experience. He was big and angry - there was fire in his eyes. He paid for his stuff, left, and I cried. The deli owner told me "It's not you, he's like that to everybody." I hated Mantle from that moment, and the adulation he got made me sick. Loved when Bouton outed him in Ball Four. |
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