Friday, August 15, 2025

My Favorite, (well okay), My Only Mickey Mantle Story

If you are even a casual observer of this blog, you have probably picked up on some of my gentle hints regarding my loyalty to the Atlanta Braves. As a kid growing up in Chattanooga, TN, our stations broadcast Atlanta baseball on the weekends and covered them in our local news at 6 and 11. But I also grew up in an era where in the month of October, our teachers in our school would roll in a black & white TV on a cart and we would watch the World Series games which were played during the daytime hours. NOTE: Trivia factoid, the first World Series to play a night game was in 1971. (Game 4 between the Pirates and the Orioles) 

During the 60's and 70's, the New York Yankees were frequent participants in the World Series. And even though their greatest player, Mickey Mantle, best years were in the 50's, he had still achieved legendary status by the time I became a baseball fan. My dad would often speak of Mickey's best season that happened in 1954. He won the American League Triple Crown by leading the majors in batting average (.353), home runs (52), and runs batted in (130). Additionally, he topped the league in runs scored (132), slugging percentage (.705), and total bases (376). Mantle also led the AL in walks with 122, which helped his overall offensive production. His stellar performance earned him the AL Most Valuable Player award that year as well. 

Yet, one of my most cherished memories involved my Uncle Pat, who upon discovering the passion that my brother and I possessed for Mickey Mantle, saw an opportunity to become a giant in his young nephews eyes. He saw an ad sometime in the 70's proclaiming the grand opening of Mickey Mantle's clothing store in Eastgate Mall (which was located in Chattanooga). This grand opening occurred on a school day and Uncle Pat decided he would brave the elements (lots of rain) and wait in a very long line to have Mickey autograph two pictures for his nephews. I honestly can't recall the exact experience of receiving this Holy Grail artifact, but my reverence for my Uncle's sacrifice still burns in my heart today. Despite the fact that the autographed picture did not survive one of my many moves in my twenties, it has not dampened my appreciation and gratitude for that moment in time. 

And Uncle Pat, if you're reading this blog, "Thanks Again from your Favorite Nephew!"