I stood in line for 2 hrs to meet The Mick and get his signature in his book entitled “The Mick” in 1985. I got to tell him he made my Sunday afternoons as a kid. Every time he hit a HR I’d yell out to my parents “he did it again!!”.
I was just gonna say the same thing. Just watching how much trouble he had jogging around the bases was painful. He was litterally wrapped in ace bandages from the top of his thighs to his ankles.
I stood in line for 2 hrs to meet The Mick and get his signature in his book entitled “The Mick” in 1985. I got to tell him he made my Sunday afternoons as a kid. Every time he hit a HR I’d yell out to my parents “he did it again!!”.
I loved that guy.
I can’t help but wince just watching his HR trot around the bases. He really played a good number of years in great pain.
@ lordbyron:
I was at that game!
I was just gonna say the same thing. Just watching how much trouble he had jogging around the bases was painful. He was litterally wrapped in ace bandages from the top of his thighs to his ankles.
Oh what could have been!