I'm to be an honorary Yankee fan yet am noncommittal as I only know the manager.
As an honorary youth, I've got a few youthful memories of several glory years.
One of the best happened along about 1965, the team going south after the CBS acquisition. A double-header Sunday, the second game gone into extra innings. My Dad had left to go play cards in a club room in another building of our apartment complex in Woodside. After another hour of play, who steps up to pinch-hit but Mickey Mantle. He'd been hurt and was coming off the disabled list pronto. He hit a home run. Yankees win. The crowd at Yankee Stadium erupted. Standing O and a tip o' the cap.
Well, I was so exited I bolted out of the apartment and ran like the wind to the club. Arriving, I announced, "Daddy, daddy - Mickey hit a homer!" He redirected my attention to the TV in the room, where Red Barber was recapping the game. Talk about enthusiasm being squelched by reality.
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