Mick my hero"Mick was my hero from the time I knew what baseball was. I have all the books about him, and my own private shrine to him at home. I've seen him play. Been to his birth place, Spavinaw; the town he grew up in, Commerce. Been to Yankee Stadium and stood in center field where he played; sat on the dugout bench that he sat on; been to the Dallas area where he and family lived and been to the cemetery where he is laid to rest. Mick was, is and will always be my hero.”
Jerry, Broken Arrow
Fight back tears"I guess you hear this every day, but Mickey was my hero, my idol growing up in the Bronx. I finally got to meet him six months before he died at a baseball card show at Hofstra University. When I got to actually say hello Mr. Mantle & shake his hand, I almost had tears in my eyes. I had to fight them back. The day he died I cried so bad. I felt like I lost a member of my own family.”
Tommy, Wappingers, Falls, N.Y
Oklahoma and Mick"If you grew up in Oklahoma during the '50s and '60s like I did, Mickey was always special to you. We were just poor folks from a very small town. Our neighbors had a television and they would let me come over and watch the Yankees play ball on Saturdays. It is always good to relive fond memories.”
Mickey's legacy"My dad was a die-hard Yankee fan and watched Mickey for the first time in Florida in the early '50s. As you can tell by my name, he bestowed the legacy of a die-hard fan. In my youth, I admit embarrassment at my name, but in my adult life I've embraced it.