Drinking With Mickey Mantle

When I was five I was king of the yard, and my grandfather said
I had one hell of an arm. I remember learning his split-finger
fastball, and all the tales he would stretch with that famous
Turner charm. And by the fire pit in my old backyard, I used to
sit transfixed by his stories. About the time him and Mickey
Mantle drank all night long, spinning yarns of all their former glories.
And I remember Christmas eve when I was ten and Ma told Grandpa
he was wasting my time. She sent him packing in the pouring
rain; things were never quite the same after that night. But in
the package he left under the tree was a new silver wristwatch
addressed to his favorite grandson, Henry.



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Writer(s): Noah Phillips, Robert Morton, Alexander Bekuhrs, Nasrene Kordani, Andrew Link, Kevin Lurkins
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