I've been getting many emails and guestbook entries that really depict what Mickey Mantle meant to so many of us. I thought it would be a good idea to publish some of them and share them with everyone!

I was born in Miami, Okla., 9-2-49 and followed Mickey Mantle all through-out his career.  As most young boys, I wanted to be a switch-hitter like the Mick and spent endless hours practicing hitting the ball.  I never played past Little League in  Joplin, Mo., but lived baseball through the Yankees.... I believe the 61 team was the best.  My dad delivered ice to Commerce, Okla. and would tell this story.... Kids would run-up and steal ice off the back of the wagon, and Mick was one of the ring leaders. I guess all of the folks in Northeastern Okla., who lived at that time enjoyed seeing a boy, who was raised up in a tough setting, the son of a Lead Miner, make it in the big leagues.  It has been my privilege to have seen some of the great homerun sluggers in person. My Father, and my Grandfather and I did get to see Mantle and Maris play in 61 at the old Kansas City ballpark, when they were the Athletics.  My Grandfather saw Ruth play against the St.Louis Browns in 1926 series the year before he hit 60 homeruns....Ruth did hit a homerun in the game my Grandfather Holland attended.  I had the privilege of seeing McGwire hit two of the 70 he hit... three generations of baseball history. I still believe Mantle could hit one further than any other homerun hitter in the game.  It is my personal opinion that the Mick could have set the all-time homerun record, had it not been for his bad legs. This past summer I realized a child-hood dream getting to go the baseball hall of fame.  What a thrill to see all the wonderful displays... of course my favorites were Mantle, Ruth and Gehrig.  I enjoyed your web site.... I had nothing monumental to share but Iam a Mantle fan.  Mick went out in style, telling it like it was, and he is still one of my heroes.  I have been a minister for over 27 years and reside Mtn. Grove, Mo., It took tremendous courage for Mantle to go before the whole world and admit his mistakes.  No one is perfect, except the Lord himself, and all of us can learn a lesson from the humility and honesty which marked the close of Mick's life. God bless you,

Jack W. Holland, Mountain Grove, Mo

As a devout Indians' fan (and as ALL Indians' fans), I HATED THE YANKEES!! And that included Mickey Mantle! Note: PAST tense. Since Mickey fell ill and passed away, it's been a learning experience as to justwhat Mickey Charles Mantle was all about. What an unselfish act to sacrifice himself one last time and tell the world "...don't be like me..." As an Indians' fan, from '59 & Rocky Colavito on, the Mick is now an honorary Tribe Thumper in my hall of fame! God Bless You, Mick!!

Daniel Miller, Alliance, OH

I met the Mick in 1957, when I was 6 years old and living in Hillside, NJ, which is also the town where he lived at the time. My dad was an architect in the Hillside Little Leage stadium, which was a replica of Yankee Stadium only smaller (of course!), and we attended little league games there. One night (it might have been opening night, I really don't remember and was awfully young) while attending a game with my dad, Mickey strolled into the park -- it was only blocks from where we both lived. Although my memory is a bit hazy after 41 years, I was told, and it seems a vague but precise memory at once, that since we were visitors in the dugout for the home team, Mickey picked me up in his arms and asked if I was the bat boy. My reply, I am told, although I don't remember it,was, "No, I'm a good boy!" This apparently cracked up everyone within earshot, and I had no idea what they were laughing at. Sad but true is the fact that I got an autographed ball by the Mick, but then did the most incredibly stupid thing and went out and played with it! (What did I know? I was only six years old.) So much for holding on to keepsakes. I have no idea where that ball is today, probably in some field or creek bed where it was last used...we  used to play "running bases" a lot in my back yard with the neighborhood kids, and I probably threw that ball to the catcher. Ugh, stupidity big time, huh? Anyway, thought I'd pass along this tiny anectode, and to let you know we appreciate your web page. I'm helping my daughter with her schoolwork right now; she needed to create a "baseball card" for somebody famous, and I couldn't think of a better place to start.

Steve Katz, Los Angeles, CA

Thanks so much for this wonderful tribute to Mickey Mantle. I loved Mickey so much, I still can't believe he's no longer here. When he died, the world changed. We who loved him lost our greatest hero, our greatest pal. No longer would we hear his beautiful drawl, see his smile or pain. As Hemingway once said: "The really good things only happen once in life." There could only be one time when baseball was America and "the Mick" ruled the sport. How priviledged we are who grew up during those days with such a wonderful hero and wonderful dreams of  wearing pinstripes and knocking balls into the clouds wearing #7 on our backs. Mick, we all loved you so much we didn't care so much when you struck out, because we knew you'd put one into the stands sooner or later. We just didn't want you to get your feelings hurt. And thanks for being there for me as a dirty faced kid hitting thousands upon thousands of rocks over the alley fence each time saying out loud: "And now, batting for the New York Yankees, number 7, Mickey Mantle." What a priviledge to have you in my life. I hope you are joyous and peacefulwith your Lord and Savior. God bless.

Dano McGinn, Sacramento, CA

I cannot recount the times I watched Mickey and the Yankees (Moose Skowron, Bobby Richardson, Tony Kubek, Clete Boyer, Yogi Berra, Elston Howard, Whitey Ford and the rest) dismantle (no pun intended) the opposition as Pee Wee Reese and Dizzy Dean described the action. Although I was watching from my grandmother's living room, I could FEEL the electricity whenever Mickey came to the plate. I saw the CATCH in Don Larsen's perfect game. I saw the Mickey and the Yankees in Fenway Park on opening day in 1967. After he retired, I met Mickey in Waco, Texas at a Baylor University track meet. I am one of those old guys that Bob Costas described in his eulogy. I don't even understand the feelings that my recall of Mickey evokes. My sweet and insightful mother-in-law arranged an autographed baseball for a father's day present. My daughter,
always alert to the commercial value of things, asked what might be the market value of Mickey Mantle autograph. I responded, "We will never have a reason to know the answer to that question."

Hugh Strickland, Dallas, Texas

Even though I am only 18, the Mick's legacy has been passed on to my generation. I too have countless Mickey Mantle stories, just as my father had. I was at Yankee Stadium the day the Mick passed on to heaven. Seeing New Yorkers humble themselves for such a hero, even though he, as we all do, had his shortcoming. New York does not forget. No one should forget the legacy of the Mick. He lives in my heart in the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", which Eddie Layton played on the day of his death. Showing true spirit the yanks won 4-1. O'Niell went the yard. The crowd roared as it once had when Bob Shepard's voice used to greet number seven. Tears were in our eyes. Our hearts recollected his power and speed. That devilish grin.' 61, the Commerce Comet, Stengelese, the times with Yogi and Billy, the 'Series, the pride he brought New York, his humaness. This last at bat's for you, Mick!

Andrew Kulpecz, New Jersey/England

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