Mickey, Whitey and Me!

For a week I could call them buddies and how amazing is that! It was the week 30 years ago this month when I was invited to perform Casey to Yankee Fantasy campers. Mickey was drunk. Whitey was scheming and Hank Bauer was looking for a fight Only Billy the Kid was missing and he triggered this memory. Congratulations to my buddy Eric Gray who is well on his way (rhymes) to publishing that baseball anthology he started in 1950. Correction! Eric started in 1950; the book only recently. Have you sent him your story yet? He is on Facebook! So Mickey drives up in Whitey's convertible and he is shit faced out of his mind. Bauer is telling campers that the HOF isn't worth shit and if they didn't like it, he would kick their ass! Skowron was grinning and kissing Mickey's ass until his lips turned blue. Out on the field, Tresh, Blanchard and the Yankee boys said they had one message for anyone who wanted to learn the Yankee away which produced championships throughout the 30's to the 60's. "don't fuck with our money!" You see that World Series paycheck often doubled their earnings and if you played as if you didn't care about that, you were soon reminded with a kick in the pants! And when it came to Casey the campers and the Yankees loved every word. But my greatest joy was watching Mickey laugh. That is a priceless memory I will never forget. Mickey, Whitey and me. One week only! It doesn't get better than that!