As a kid growing up in Brooklyn during the 50s and 60s, Mickey Mantle was my hero. My Dad had his Dodgers, and I certainly enjoyed his enthusiasm over Duke Snider, Pee Wee Reese and others, but I was a Yankee fan. And the Yankees, for me, were all about the Mick.
I've seen this documentary 4 or 5 times and it never fails to have me in tears. I certainly know that Mickey had his faults but I believe that he did find his way to a better understanding of who and what he was in the end. And how he could help others avoid the same pitfalls he gave into during much of his life.
I admired many people as I have gone through life, most unrelated to any sport or entertainment business, but Mickey Mantle will always be a rare and special memory. A reminder of a time when a young boy had a hero.
~LjM
Step on it! And don't spare the atoms!
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