SissyBoyFloyd
Pawnee, Skidi Clan
Which players in any sports would be closest to being what we refer to as a childhood hero? If your older, who is that player from the 20th century that you tell younger people you remember and saw play and loved most as a kid. And for you younger fans, who is a current or recent player that, when you get old, you will be telling your grandkids that you saw play and loved the most way back in the early 21st century.
I will list a few others as the thread progresses, there are so many from my youth. However, #1 by far will always be Mickey Mantle. I was about 10, long before there was anything but the daily newspaper to read a bit of players performances. I would rush each morning across the street to the news stand, grab a paper I couldn't afford to buy, and turn to the sports page to see how many homers Mantle hit the day before. Then put the paper back in the stand. On Saturdays the Yanks were usually the game of the week on TV, so got to see him play a lot that way. I would stand up and take my batting stance when he came to the plate and when he homered I would swing and run around the imaginary bases in my small living room imitating that gimpy Mantle limp as I circled the living room. I can still remember what a joy it was to me, a poor fatherless kid with little to be joyous about. Remembering that, makes one realize the importance of a sports hero to a kid who had such little to be happy about.
I will list a few others as the thread progresses, there are so many from my youth. However, #1 by far will always be Mickey Mantle. I was about 10, long before there was anything but the daily newspaper to read a bit of players performances. I would rush each morning across the street to the news stand, grab a paper I couldn't afford to buy, and turn to the sports page to see how many homers Mantle hit the day before. Then put the paper back in the stand. On Saturdays the Yanks were usually the game of the week on TV, so got to see him play a lot that way. I would stand up and take my batting stance when he came to the plate and when he homered I would swing and run around the imaginary bases in my small living room imitating that gimpy Mantle limp as I circled the living room. I can still remember what a joy it was to me, a poor fatherless kid with little to be joyous about. Remembering that, makes one realize the importance of a sports hero to a kid who had such little to be happy about.
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