Mickey Mantle
Birthday:
20 October 1931, Spavinaw, Oklahoma, USA
Birth Name:
Mickey Charles Mantle
Height:
183 cm
Mickey Charles Mantle was born in Spavinaw, Oklahoma, on October 20, 1931, the son of a minor-league player who never made it to the big leagues and named him after Major Leaguer Mickey Cochrane. Mickey's father and grandfather -- who also never made it to the majors -- taught him how to play baseball, but more importantly also taught him how ...
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Mickey Charles Mantle was born in Spavinaw, Oklahoma, on October 20, 1931, the son of a minor-league player who never made it to the big leagues and named him after Major Leaguer Mickey Cochrane. Mickey's father and grandfather -- who also never made it to the majors -- taught him how to play baseball, but more importantly also taught him how to be a switch-hitter.Mickey grew up during the Great Depression, which hit Oklahoma especially hard. Times were so tough that the only way to play sports as a kid was to play with friends; there were no organized leagues around back then. It was while playing baseball with his friends that Mickey's astonishing talent for the game made itself evident. When he got into high school he played baseball, basketball and football and excelled at all three. Some thought that he would become a football player when he grew up, but Mickey had known what he wanted to be since the age of five: a baseball player, and nothing else. A devastating knee injury almost ruined his chances of getting into that -- or any other -- sport, and would be the beginning of the knee problems that would plague him throughout his career.He was drafted into the minors at age 18, and while in the Yankee farm system his astounding talent was so obvious that he was jumped from the Class C division directly to the Yankee team itself. When he got there he was given #6, because Yankee management thought he would be the next "superstar" and in line with the other Yankee greats: Babe Ruth (#3), Lou Gehrig (#4), Joe DiMaggio (#5). Mick didn't do well, however, and was sent back down to the minors. After a couple of lackluster games he told his dad he was going to quit, but after giving it some thought he decided to stick with it and soon began to hit again. He was recalled back to the Yankee team (and given #7 this time), and that was when the Mickey Mantle of legend was born. He started in right field before DiMaggio left. During the 1951 World Series Mickey stepped into a water drain in the outfield, a serious injury that affected his playing from that point on.In his 18-year career he set (and broke) numerous records and, as he himself has said, if he had taken better care of himself -- most of his home runs were hit while he was injured -- he would have broken every record in the book. Even his injuries and his penchant for hard drinking were no match for his mind-boggling talent -- he once hit a home run with one arm, and has admitted that many of his homers were hit while he was not only injured but drunk and / or hung over. In his later years he came to regret the chances he had and missed because of his drinking and partying. He even made a public service message to the kids who idolized him, recounting the kinds of things he had done and the mistakes he had made, and telling them, "Don't be like me." It's doubtful if there ever can be anyone like him; someone like Mickey Mantle comes along only once in a lifetime. He died August 13, 1995 at the age of 64. Show less «
If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.
If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.
I had it all and blew it.
I had it all and blew it.
(About hitting a home run hungover) If you thought hitting that home run was hard, you should have seen me trying to run the bases!
(About hitting a home run hungover) If you thought hitting that home run was hard, you should have seen me trying to run the bases!
During my 18 years I came to bat almost 10,000 times. I struck out about 1,700 times and walked maybe 1,800 times. You figure a ballplayer w...Show more »
During my 18 years I came to bat almost 10,000 times. I struck out about 1,700 times and walked maybe 1,800 times. You figure a ballplayer will average about 500 at-bats a season. That means I played 7 years without ever hitting the ball. Show less «
You don't realize how easy this game is until you get up in that broadcasting booth.
You don't realize how easy this game is until you get up in that broadcasting booth.
Sometimes I think if I had the same body and the same natural ability and someone else's brain, who knows how good a player I might have bee...Show more »
Sometimes I think if I had the same body and the same natural ability and someone else's brain, who knows how good a player I might have been. Show less «
Sometimes I sit in my den at home and read stories about myself. Kids used to save whole scrapbooks on me. They get tired of them and mail t...Show more »
Sometimes I sit in my den at home and read stories about myself. Kids used to save whole scrapbooks on me. They get tired of them and mail them to me. I'll go in there and read them, and you know what? They might as well be about Musial and DiMaggio, it's like reading about somebody else. Show less «
My dad taught me to switch-hit. He and my grandfather, who was left-handed, pitched to me everyday after school in the back yard. I batted l...Show more »
My dad taught me to switch-hit. He and my grandfather, who was left-handed, pitched to me everyday after school in the back yard. I batted lefty against my dad and righty against my granddad. Show less «
It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.
It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.
I hated to bat against Drysdale. After he hit you he'd come around, look at the bruise on your arm and say, 'Do you want me to sign it?'
I hated to bat against Drysdale. After he hit you he'd come around, look at the bruise on your arm and say, 'Do you want me to sign it?'
I'll play baseball for the Army or fight for it, whatever they want me to do.
I'll play baseball for the Army or fight for it, whatever they want me to do.
I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.
I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.
Hitting the ball was easy. Running around the bases was the tough part.
Hitting the ball was easy. Running around the bases was the tough part.
A team is where a boy can prove his courage on his own. A gang is where a coward goes to hide.
A team is where a boy can prove his courage on his own. A gang is where a coward goes to hide.
All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique. You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans...Show more »
All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique. You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon. Show less «
If I had played my career hitting singles like Pete [Rose], I'd wear a dress.
If I had played my career hitting singles like Pete [Rose], I'd wear a dress.
After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showin...Show more »
After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases. Show less «
I couldn't do anything wrong after Roger beat me. I became the underdog; they hated him and liked me. Everywhere I went I got standing ovati...Show more »
I couldn't do anything wrong after Roger beat me. I became the underdog; they hated him and liked me. Everywhere I went I got standing ovations. It was a lot better than having them boo you. - on the 1961 record chase with Roger Maris Show less «
The only sure rule of golf is - he who has the fastest cart never has to play the bad lie.
The only sure rule of golf is - he who has the fastest cart never has to play the bad lie.