The 2002 Giants were built to win. Kerry Collins had thrown for over 4,000 years, Tiki Barber was at the top of his game, and the defense wasn’t awful. Sure, Big Blue finished second in the NFC East with a 10-6 record, but a four game winning streak to end the season had momentum on New York’s side. With three out of the Giant’s last four wins against division rivals (including a week seventeen overtime win against the hated Eagles), it was hard to argue that Jim Fassel’s squad was going to make a legitimate run at the Super Bowl. Continue reading Speaking the Unspeakable→
The Yankees off-season is a lot like an AJ Burnett start. Sometimes, Burnett would do his job, keep the Yankees in the game, and show glimpses of his potential. Other times though, it would get ugly fast and before you knew it, Burnett was glowering from the dug out, after being pulled in the third innings.
If things go well, the Yankees will retain CC Sabathia, keep Jesus Montero, and add one more starter. However, the Yankees offseason plans could go awry very quickly. If Sabathia opts-out and ends up signing elsewhere, the Yankees rotation gets very shaky, very fast. Last Friday (as in eight days ago), John Harper of the Daily News addressed that what-if in an article entitled, “Prince Fielder May Become Big Apple of Yankees’ Eye if CC Sabathia Decides to Sign Elswhere.” If the Yankees lose Sabathia, Harper suggests the Yankees should go out and sign Prince Fielder, the Milwaukee Brewers first baseman. With a big hole in their starting rotation, Harper would have the Yankees trade Montero for a front-line starting pitcher.
If the Yankees are hoping to keep pace with the Rays, Red Sox, and, yes, the Blue Jays, next year Harper’s plan would ensure that the Bronx Bombers are just a more expensive version of the Texas Rangers, circa 2002. A lineup filled with mashers and a rotation filled with guys who could throw, but not pitch. Continue reading The Yankees Should Not Sign Prince Fielder→
Earlier in the Boston Book Blitz Series (which will soon be coming to you from Brooklyn, but more on that at some later point), we reviewed Howard Bryant’s “The Last Hero,” a biography of baseball great Henry “Hank” Aaron. Throughout his playing days and post-baseball life, Aaron has had to deal with fans thinking of him only as Hank Aaron the ballplayer, not Henry Aaron the person. To us it may seem like only a few letters difference, but to Aaron it is the difference between those who want something from him and those people he considers friends.
While reading Jane Leavy’s biography of Mickey Mantle, “The Last Boy: Mickey Mantle And The End Of America’s Childhood,” I was struck by a comment Mantle made that he never figured out who The Mick, Mickey Mantle, was. For so long, he did what his father had wanted and told him to, that only late in life did he figure out what he wanted. These baseball icons couldn’t be more different in the ways they approached the game. Aaron was meticulous in his studying of the game and pitchers while Mantle was known to have played games hung-over and on at least one instance was out so late that he missed the team’s train to the next city and had to pay a cabbie to get him to the stadium in time for batting practice in the next city. Imagine the field day in the New York press if Alex Rodriguez missed the team’s flight from Chicago to Minnesota after a night of partying.
“The Last Boy” is not your traditional biography. It is broken down into five parts with twenty different chapters spread through the entirety of the book, each focusing on a specific day in Mantle’s life. Leavy uses the events of each day to flesh out Mantle’s life story. The figurative knuckleball to this set-up comes in the form of the story of Leavy, as a Washington Post reporter meeting a long retired Mantle at an Atlantic City casino for an interview in 1983. This story is told in parts at the beginning of each section.
Growing up in New York City as a Yankees fan, even in the 1990s before the Yankees dynasty started, players like Joe DiMaggio and Mickey Mantle seemed like these epic greats who graced the diamond in the Bronx and in comparison to the players of my youth who seemed to be making headlines for going on strike or getting in trouble with the law, were the not-at-all realistic ideal of playing nine frames and then going home to have dinner with their wives.
My first encounter with the reality of Mickey Mantle as a baseball player with human flaws came in the form a 1984 or ’85 baseball almanac that my neighborhood library was selling for a quarter. After pouring through the rosters of all 26 teams and getting my first taste of fantasy baseball, I stumbled upon an excerpt from a book chronicling the hard partying, heavy-drinking ways of Mickey Mantle, Billy Martin, and other Yankees of the 1950s. While tame enough for an eight year to read, the author’s tone made it seem like the shenanigans were just boys being boys and that the guys were still ready to play ball the next day. Leavy’s book makes it clear that was not always the case.
Mickey Mantle’s career was far shorter than it should been. His playing days were cut down by illnesses from his childhood like osteomylitis and a litany of on-field injuries, including the ghastly leg injury in the 1951 World Series when Mantle’s foot got caught in a Yankee Stadium drainage pipe jutting out from the outfield grass. These ailments were only exacerbated by the drinking and the epic disregard Mantled showed for his health and body. Reading “The Last Boy” is an exercise in patience when dealing with a Mantle who wanted nothing more than to play and would take the field injured, but when it came to his conditioning and taking care of himself, consistently dropped the ball.
The investigative work undertaken by Jane Leavy for this book is impressive. In her efforts to shine the stadium lights of reality on the Mantle myths, she finds the old man who as a child found the homerun ball Mantle hit out of DC’s Griffiths Stadium as she tries to pinpoint how far it actually traveled on the fly. She reaches out to scientists and sabrmetric experts to break down Mantle’s swing and find out his value to the Yankees. She even interviews the doctors who performed the controversial liver transplant Mantle underwent weeks before his death and explains how his celebrity played no role in receiving the liver.
From her interviews with members of the Mantle family and his friends, she explains how Mantle was sexually abused by a step sister as well as by a neighborhood boy. These traumatic events inevitably impacted the way he treated women and sex in his life.
This willingness to uncover who Mantle really was is what eventually makes “The Lost Boy” so disappointing as Leavy doesn’t hold Mantle accountable. When she addresses Mantle’s affairs, his disregard for his wife and family, and the second woman he ends up spending his last years with, she does so with kid gloves. In some ways, it feels as if Mantle is getting one last pass, just like he did when he was alive.
Leavy’s claim that Mantle played a starring role in the end of America’s childhood seems far fetched to me. Mantle’s career spanned the 1950s and 1960s. If any players were central to ending America’s childhood, it was those like Jackie Robinson, Aaron, Willie Mays, Larry Doby, Elston Howard, and the hundreds of other African-American ballplayers who broke color barriers or followed in their footsteps, suffering the humiliations of minor league games in southern cities during the Jim Crow era and the fight for civil rights. Mantle’s serves as a north star of reverence to baby boomers quoted in the book and throughout America, even though to this jaded millennial, he represents squandered opportunities and a disregard for those closest to him. His role in the end of America’s childhood only comes at the tail end of his own life where the consequences of alcohol abuse (which Mantle struggled at the end of his life to give up) and a lifestyle where he boasted to Leavy he led the league in crabs six different years was personified in the husk of a man Mantle had become.
“The Last Boy” is never a hagiography, but Leavy makes no qualms about the fact that she grew up worshipping the Yankees, in particular Mickey Mantle, as a child in the Bronx. Maybe it is the last drops of a child’s hero worship or the seemingly close bond she developed with Mantle’s family while writing the book, because in comparison to “The Last Hero,” Leavy seems more eager to shield Mantle from a full-on examination of his actions, his reasons for doing so, and the consequences and end with the belief that Mantle truly was a boy, even when he was nothing more than an adult blessed with the superhuman ability to hit, run, and throw. It is as if, after years of Mantle’s finances being exploited by hucksters, his name and autograph commoditized by weekend memorabilia shows, Leavy shied away from what she feared would be one last piece of exploitation: describing Mantle as what he really was.
There are a lot of great things about having your birthday fall the day after Valentine’s Day. One of the best is that February 15, more often than not, is the date pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training. Ostensibly, it is the first day of that year’s baseball season. Every team, in theory, has a shot at making the playoffs. There is always a host of players trying to make comebacks, rookie phenoms fighting for a roster spot and prove themselves, and big-ticket free agent signings, hopefully, looking to justify their new contracts. Continue reading The Winding Path of an Expos/Nationals Fan→
Over the last few years, the knock on the Tampa Bay Rays has been that they are talent rich, but coffer poor. Pairing homegrown talent like Evan Longoria, David Price, James Shields, Carl Crawford, and B.J. Upton with players picked up through trades and free agency, the Rays have been a force in the AL East since 2008. This winter, Crawford, the fleet-footed left fielder signed with the Red Sox. With their shortstop Jason Bartlett slated for a raise via arbitration, the team traded him to the Padres. Yesterday, the Rays sent starting pitcher Matt Garza and minor league outfielder Fernando Perez to the Cubs in exchange for several prospects. The deal accomplished two things for Tampa. They continued to lower their 2011 opening day payroll. And they traded from a place of surplus, starting pitching, to restock one of the strongest farm systems in the league. Continue reading How The Yankees Need For a Starting Pitcher Was Helped Out by The Cubs-Rays Trade→