BEING MICKEY MANTLE.........And Other Useless Baseball Stories.
So I was watching "Rescue Me" the other night while putting clean sheets on the bed and they were showing a video on the screen of an old sick looking man giving a speech.....something about doing good things for others.....I was half hardily watching but he looked somewhat familiar....Yesterday me and the Boss were discussing the episode and he informs me that the man in the tape was none other then Mickey Mantle giving a speech after receiving his new liver...kidney...whatever it was he had replaced.......Can you hear the lack of enthusiasm in my voice.........and in this household that means only one thing......The "Sue meets Mickey Mantle" story that is a classic....
It was a long time ago down here in Atlanta and Oxford Books was having a Mr. Mantle book signing.....I became very excited....not that I'm a baseball fan but it was getting close to being the Boss' birthday and being a big fan of Mickey and the Yankees I had bought him a huge lithograph and I thought how wonderful I can have him sign it with a big "Happy Birthday John.....the Mick".....So the day of the signing I drive down to Buckhead and preceded to wait in line for over 3 hours.....I purchased 2 books because they were allowing you to get 2 signatures....Now let me stop right here and say that this was way before they started charging for autographs and limiting what you could have signed....I was not the only one in line with something other then just a book....I felt obligated to purchase the second book but thought for the purchase price I would get the picture signed instead......WRONG......I finally get up to bat and I'm standing in front of .......Oh My Gosh......Mickey Mantle.....and I start to gush....."husband is a huge fan....birthday....please if your are so kind.....sign...his name is John.....what an honor".....the whole spiel......and what do I get back......First of all he was sitting behind a desk looking very bored in a tacky velour jogging suit.....This should have been my first clue......The man says nothing.....That's right...I'm pouring out my guts to this guy and he's just staring me down....Not one word....Not a "Gee I would love to but I can't"...."You seem like a nice lady but it's gonna cost ya"....or I would have even taken a
"Lady go drop dead in that corner"......I was humiliated...He said nothing just a nasty stare.....So what to do......Well, Sue never gets mad at anything......well almost never...this was the exception...This threw me over the edge....I looked him right in the eye and said "Your not going to speak...your not going to say anything to me.".........That's right...he said nothing......... the man could have been a deaf mute for all I knew.............So I picked up the picture....did I say it was very large......took his two books directly back to the cash register for a refund.........and as I was leaving the table I did manage to say....for all behind me in line to hear that he was a real "Ass"....of course I was more specific......the two books were promptly returned....refund issued and I was pretty well pissed off for the rest of the day.....and I think the Boss still has that damn picture....... May Mickey rest in peace......
and if he took these with him I hope he had them both autographed......
And of course if we talk about the Mickey encounter can Ted Williams be far behind..... It was 1978 and I was working the customer service counter at the Sears store in Broward County Florida.....when up walked a lady with some complaint about the sporting goods department....she was pretty heated and she wasn't buying what I was selling.....at one point in the conversation she stopped and announced......"Do You Know Who I Am???"........not even giving me a chance to guess.....she says..."I'm Ted Williams daughter"......Okay....So in return with that look on my face that I have perfected over the years........that "she can't be that stupid look".....and said
It was a long time ago down here in Atlanta and Oxford Books was having a Mr. Mantle book signing.....I became very excited....not that I'm a baseball fan but it was getting close to being the Boss' birthday and being a big fan of Mickey and the Yankees I had bought him a huge lithograph and I thought how wonderful I can have him sign it with a big "Happy Birthday John.....the Mick".....So the day of the signing I drive down to Buckhead and preceded to wait in line for over 3 hours.....I purchased 2 books because they were allowing you to get 2 signatures....Now let me stop right here and say that this was way before they started charging for autographs and limiting what you could have signed....I was not the only one in line with something other then just a book....I felt obligated to purchase the second book but thought for the purchase price I would get the picture signed instead......WRONG......I finally get up to bat and I'm standing in front of .......Oh My Gosh......Mickey Mantle.....and I start to gush....."husband is a huge fan....birthday....please if your are so kind.....sign...his name is John.....what an honor".....the whole spiel......and what do I get back......First of all he was sitting behind a desk looking very bored in a tacky velour jogging suit.....This should have been my first clue......The man says nothing.....That's right...I'm pouring out my guts to this guy and he's just staring me down....Not one word....Not a "Gee I would love to but I can't"...."You seem like a nice lady but it's gonna cost ya"....or I would have even taken a"Lady go drop dead in that corner"......I was humiliated...He said nothing just a nasty stare.....So what to do......Well, Sue never gets mad at anything......well almost never...this was the exception...This threw me over the edge....I looked him right in the eye and said "Your not going to speak...your not going to say anything to me.".........That's right...he said nothing......... the man could have been a deaf mute for all I knew.............So I picked up the picture....did I say it was very large......took his two books directly back to the cash register for a refund.........and as I was leaving the table I did manage to say....for all behind me in line to hear that he was a real "Ass"....of course I was more specific......the two books were promptly returned....refund issued and I was pretty well pissed off for the rest of the day.....and I think the Boss still has that damn picture....... May Mickey rest in peace......
and if he took these with him I hope he had them both autographed......
And of course if we talk about the Mickey encounter can Ted Williams be far behind..... It was 1978 and I was working the customer service counter at the Sears store in Broward County Florida.....when up walked a lady with some complaint about the sporting goods department....she was pretty heated and she wasn't buying what I was selling.....at one point in the conversation she stopped and announced......"Do You Know Who I Am???"........not even giving me a chance to guess.....she says..."I'm Ted Williams daughter"......Okay....So in return with that look on my face that I have perfected over the years........that "she can't be that stupid look".....and said"Oh, I'm sorry I'm not into sports".......Now here I am 28 years old with a 3 year old daughter....I know nothing of sports....sporting goods or for that matter Ted Williams......when I got home that day the husband was mortified.....How could I make such a blunder....it's Ted Williams for Pete's Sake.....I can report that I really pissed off his daughter and years later while at a baseball card show father and daughter brought me back a real live signed ball with Mr Williams name on it.....just for me....I also will forever know that he was called the Splendid Splinter and the ball.......I sold it on E-Bay for a pretty penny..........So much for Baseball....
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Mickey Mantle sounds like a real jerk. Glad you returned the books!!!
Some of my husband's fellow re-enactors are forming a Victorian baseball team and trying to get him involved. He says he will not do it and I am begging. There is already so much on the "honeydew" list.
:D Jewel
Oh, one more thing-- at the time when his daughter came in to Sears to complain... he had a partnership with Sears where he had lent his name to products in the sporting goods department. That's what made it even funnier that you didn't know who he was-- it would be like somebody at K-Mart not knowing who Martha Stewart is!
I read it and all the comments. I am amused and amazed at how men "think differently" than women.
Most men do not care if you kick your dog during the week, if you are needed to play second base on Saturday. Personal behaviors do not always interfere with giving credit for skills and talents in a males eyes.
Few remember or even know of Billie Holiday's crazy life.
Fortunately it is her voice that has endured, as it will be with Michael Jackson.
I am NOT a sports fan, but no boy (who is now my age) will forget the "Home Run" summer of Maris and Mantle.
I regret that you met the tired and old Mickey Mantle,
but it can not tarnish "Mickey Mantle"
We could have long conversations about faded glory and fade beauty.
I am sure that your husband winces at the thought of the sweet vacation that an ebay sale of those two autographed books would have paid for!
Thanks for the link to the blog
DAN
Some are, some aren't and some have bad days but I hear he was always that way. I guess he forgot who helped make him a star, a millionaire...the fans. Maybe this is why I so enjoy the minor leagues. These guys are not yet spoiled! They love the fans and the kids and make the sport fun again.
I know that so many hate Pete Rose and yes. The betting on th egame was despicable. But he was a super player and did some amazing things on the field. I met him once when I was 8 and I will never forget how sweet he was to me. met him again when I was 48 and he was really friendly and kind. The very next week my brother met him and he was quite surly. God only knows what makes some of these guys tick. *shrug*
Met Jim Palmer and wow. he was so, so sweet and dang. Good looking too! Met Johnny Bench, who was the hero of my youth and he has always been a sweetie.
That is it pretty much for my baseball memories...: )
I love the way you spin a yarn..: )
Love,
Sue
If it restores your faith in old timer Yankees...I met Yogi Berra and his wife in Vegas once and he was lovely (he stopped to ask me for directions. Ha!). But then again, he's a Jersey boy now, so that explains it. ;-)
His life was a mess ...infidelity, alcoholism ...who knows what else? As a farm boy from Oklahoma who made it big in sports, the lures of celebrity and money was probably too much. It seems to be a common story in sports, and entertainment, doesn't it?
But when I was 12 he meant the world to me.
Later on in life my 12 year old son loved Dave Winfield who also playing on the Yankees at that time in his career. He wrote a book about his life and was having an autograph session at a local B&N. I waited online for a couple of hours and finally got his autograph on the book for my son. He even posed for a photograph as he signed it! He was very cordial. My regret? I felt bad I didn't let my son skip school for the day so he could have met his hero. That still bothers me.
It was the same year that Hank Aaron had a book signing there as well. Aaron stayed until everyone got their book signed. I recently gave that book to my son, who is 13 and now a big baseball fan himself.
Needless to say, I never bothered to read Mantle's book. I returned both of them the next day because the day he was there, the line to return the books looked like it would have taken the rest of the day to get through.
Anyway, it was fun to read your post. Now I know someone else remembers the day we got stiffed by the mick.