Mickey Mantle

Mickey Mantle
Mickey Charles Mantle, nicknamed "The Commerce Comet" and "The Mick", was an American professional baseball player. Mantle played his entire Major League Baseballcareer with the New York Yankees as a center fielder and first baseman, from 1951 through 1968. Mantle was one of the best players and sluggers, and is regarded by many as the greatest switch hitter in baseball history. Mantle was inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1974 and was elected to the Major...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth20 October 1931
CitySpavinaw, OK
CountryUnited States of America
Mr. Mantle, do you have any observations with reference to the application of antitrust laws to baseball?
There's nobody like him, ... He has one plan, and that's to go up with the idea of getting a hit.
If I knew I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself.
I could never be a manager. All I have is natural ability.
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.
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 chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon.
It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.
You never have to wait long, or look far, to be reminded of how thin the line is between being a hero or a goat.
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.
Don't do as I did. I'm living proof of how not to live.
I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.
I can't play any more. I can't hit the ball when I need to. I can't steal second when I need to. I can't go from first to third when I need to. I can't score from second when I need to. I have to quit.
Every time I see his name (Dean Chance) on a lineup card, I feel like throwing up.