A compilation of recollections from ballplayers, celebrities, authors, journalists, and fans pays tribute to baseball legend Mickey Mantle, providing a poignant glimpse into the life, personality, and character of one of the greatest New York Yankees of all time.
There was a recurring skit back when Saturday Night Live was even less funny that featured Tonces the Cat driving a car. In each show, the cat would drive off a cliff and the car would flip and explode. The joke's premise was simply, "Oh, that Tonces!"
The same theme is evident in "Our Mickey," a collection of memories from friends and acquaintances of Mickey Mantle. Many stories show how much of a turd Mantle was. Many recalled his affairs, his drinking and his inappropriate comments and cursing. Once, Marty Appel wrote, someone asked Mantle about his wife's stroke. "She can't do this anymore," he said, pantamining an obscene act.
But those memories all had that, "Oh, that Mickey," feel.
Read Jane Leavy's book on Mantle for the real story. Read this one for a glossing over of an entitled ball player with deep issues and alcoholic problems. Rather than read off-color memories, I'd rather have read more about Mantle on the field. While some of the book did include recollections by other players of Mantle's prowess playing baseball, there wasn't enough.
I suppose one's opinion of this book would be based on one's opinion of bathroom humor. Personally, I wish I had never read this collection of moronic anecdotes about a great baseball icon. Mickey Mantle was a hero to millions of fans who grew up during the 1950's. I was disappointed to learn that his post Yankees life was filled with boorish and in some cases, destructively hurtful behavior. He was a man-child who allowed his abuse of alcohol to rule his actions. I understand that alcoholism is a disease. However, this ridiculous book excuses the Mick's bad behavior as just cute. The title of the book says it all for me. It is titled "Our Mickey", and the publishers can keep him.