The Thing I Really Liked About Mickey

His Fielding Leaves You Wondering. Then He Steps Up To Hit And All Doubts Start To Fade.

Not After All The Time My Dad Spent Teaching Me To Switch-hit.

I Don't Care What The Situation Was, How High The Stakes Were - The Bases Could Be Loaded And The Pennant Riding On Every Pitch, It Never Bothered Whitey. He Pitched His Game. Cool. Craft. Nerves Of Steel.

It's What You're Worth.

Of Course, I Didn't Tell You About All The Times I Said I Was Going To Hit One And It Didn't Happen.