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    Mickey Mantle's Eulogy by Bob Costas

    I would like to share this wonderful piece that Bob Costas wrote for Mickey Mantle's funeral. He read it there too. I sure wish there was a way to get video footage of it. I bet there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
    I hope you enjoy it. I know I sure did and still do from time to time.
    Bob Costas and Billy Crystal were huge Mickey Mantle fans, by the way.


    Mickey Mantle's Eulogy
    He Was Our Guy...

    IT OCCURS TO ME as we're all sitting here thinking of Mickey, he's probably somewhere getting an earful from Casey Stengel, and no doubt quite confused by now.

    One of Mickey's fondest wishes was that he be remembered as a great teammate, to know that the men he played with thought well of him.

    But it was more than that. Moose and Whitey and Tony and Yogi and Bobby and Hank, what a remarkable team you were. And the stories of the visits you guys made to Mickey's bedside the last few days were heartbreakingly tender. It meant everything to Mickey, as would the presence of so many baseball figures past and present here today.

    I was honored to be asked to speak by the Mantle family today. I am not standing here as a broadcaster. Mel Allen is the eternal voice of the Yankees and that would be his place. And there are others here with a longer and deeper association with Mickey than mine.

    But I guess I'm here, not so much to speak for myself as to simply represent the millions of baseball-loving kids who grew up in the '50s and '60s and for whom Mickey Mantle was baseball.

    And more than that, he was a presence in our lives -- a fragile hero to whom we had an emotional attachment so strong and lasting that it defied logic. Mickey often said he didn't understand it, this enduring connection and affection -- for men now in their 40s and 50s, otherwise perfectly sensible, who went dry in the mouth and stammered like schoolboys in the presence of Mickey Mantle.

    Maybe Mick was uncomfortable with it, not just because of his basic shyness, but because he was always too honest to regard himself as some kind of deity.

    But that was never really the point. In a very different time than today, the first baseball commissioner, Kenesaw Mountain Landis, said every boy builds a shrine to some baseball hero, and before that shrine, a candle always burns.

    For a huge portion of my generation, Mickey Mantle was that baseball hero. And for reasons that no statistics, no dry recitation of facts can possibly capture, he was the most compelling baseball hero of our lifetime. And he was our symbol of baseball at a time when the game meant something to us that perhaps it no longer does.

    Mickey Mantle had those dual qualities so seldom seen, exuding dynamism and excitement but at the same time touching your heart -- flawed, wounded. We knew there was something poignant about Mickey Mantle before we knew what poignant meant.

    We didn't just root for him, we felt for him.

    Long before many of us ever cracked a serious book, we knew something about mythology as we watched Mickey Mantle run out a home run through the lengthening shadows of a late Sunday afternoon at Yankee Stadium.

    There was greatness in him, but vulnerability too.

    He was our guy. When he was hot, we felt great. When he slumped or got hurt, we sagged a bit too. We tried to crease our caps like him; kneel in an imaginary on-deck circle like him; run like him heads down, elbows up.

    Billy Crystal is here today. Billy says that at his bar mitzvah he spoke in an Oklahoma drawl. Billy's here today because he loved Mickey Mantle, and millions more who felt like him are here today in spirit as well.

    It's been said that the truth is never pure and rarely simple.

    Mickey Mantle was too humble and honest to believe that the whole truth about him could be found on a Wheaties box or a baseball card. But the emotional truths of childhood have a power to transcend objective fact. They stay with us through all the years, withstanding the ambivalence that so often accompanies the experiences of adults.

    That's why we can still recall the immediate tingle in that instant of recognition when a Mickey Mantle popped up in a pack of Topps bubble gum cards -- a treasure lodged between an Eli Grba and a Pumpsie Green.

    That's why we smile today, recalling those October afternoons when we'd sneak a transistor radio into school to follow Mickey and the Yankees in the World Series.

    Or when I think of Mr. Tomasee, a very wise sixth-grade teacher who understood that the World Series was more important, at least for one day, than any school lesson could be. So he brought his black-and-white TV from home, plugged it in and let us watch it right there in school through the flicker and the static. It was richer and more compelling than anything I've seen on a high-resolution, big-screen TV.

    Of course, the bad part, Bobby, was that Koufax struck 15 of you guys out that day.

    My phone's been ringing the past few weeks as Mickey fought for his life. I've heard from people I hadn't seen or talked to in years -- guys I played stickball with, even some guys who took Willie's side in those endless Mantle-Mays arguments. They're grown up now. They have their families. They're not even necessarily big baseball fans anymore. But they felt something hearing about Mickey, and they figured I did too.

    In the last year, Mickey Mantle, always so hard on himself, finally came to accept and appreciate that distinction between a role model and a hero. The first he often was not, the second he always will be.

    In the end, people got it. And Mickey Mantle got from America something other than misplaced and mindless celebrity worship. He got something far more meaningful. He got love -- love for what he had been; love for what he made us feel; love for the humanity and sweetness that was always there mixed in with the flaws and all the pain that wracked his body and his soul.

    We wanted to tell him that it was OK, that what he had been was enough. We hoped he felt that Mutt Mantle would have understood and that Merlyn and the boys loved him.

    And then in the end, something remarkable happened -- the way it does for champions. Mickey Mantle rallied. His heart took over, and he had some innings as fine as any in 1956 or with his buddy, Roger, in 1961.

    But this time, he did it in the harsh and trying summer of '95. And what he did was stunning. The sheer grace of that ninth inning - the humility, the sense of humor, the total absence of self pity, the simple eloquence and honesty of his pleas to others to take heed of his mistakes.

    All of America watched in admiration. His doctors said he was, in many ways, the most remarkable patient they'd ever seen. His bravery, so stark and real, that even those used to seeing people in dire circumstances were moved by his example.

    Because of that example, organ donations are up dramatically all across America. A cautionary tale has been honestly told and perhaps will affect some lives for the better.

    And our last memories of Mickey Mantle are as heroic as the first.

    None of us, Mickey included, would want to be held to account for every moment of our lives. But how many of us could say that our best moments were as magnificent as his?

    This is the cartoon from this morning's Dallas Morning News. Maybe some of you saw it. It got torn a little bit on the way to the hotel to here. There's a figure here, St. Peter I take it to be, with his arm around Mickey, that broad back and the number 7. He's holding his book of admissions. He says "Kid, that was the most courageous ninth inning I've ever seen."

    It brings to mind a story Mickey liked to tell on himself and maybe some of you have heard it. He pictured himself at the pearly gates, met by St. Peter who shook his head and said "Mick, we checked the record. We know some of what went on. Sorry, we can't let you in. But before you go, God wants to know if you'd sign these six dozen baseballs."

    Well, there were days when Mickey Mantle was so darn good that we kids would bet that even God would want his autograph. But like the cartoon says, I don't think Mick needed to worry much about the other part.

    I just hope God has a place for him where he can run again. Where he can play practical jokes on his teammates and smile that boyish smile, 'cause God knows, no one's perfect. And God knows there's something special about heroes.

    So long, Mick. Thanks.

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    Paissano, thx, and Mick, thx for the memories. I never saw you play, but great ball anyway!!!

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    That goes in the archives!

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    Originally posted by Slippery Elm
    That goes in the archives!
    Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I think it's such a moving tribute not just because it honored a great Yankee, but because it celebrated a man's life and showed what the game of baseball used to be and no longer is anymore....how much it can impact a life.

    It still moves me whenever I read it.

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    Thanks. R.I.P. Mick.

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    thanks paisano

    i enjoyed the post . i have seen small pieces on tv... but never read the whole thing......

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    Originally posted by paisano


    Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I think it's such a moving tribute not just because it honored a great Yankee, but because it celebrated a man's life and showed what the game of baseball used to be and no longer is anymore....how much it can impact a life.

    It still moves me whenever I read it.
    Yep.

    And my Yankee archives on the computer have gotten pretty big. Always back them up on disk!

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    That was a beautiful eulogy. May he rest in peace.

    Thanks for sharing paisano.

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    I remember watching that eulogy on TV and could again hear the voice of Bob Costas again delivering it. Since I named my second born after the Mick, he will always be remembered fondly by me and my family. For those of you too young to have seen him play in person, just be aware that he was a definitely different type of player. When he hit a homerun you knew it was special. Remember those were the days of no steroids and very little body building and what the Mick did was just plain natural ability. I often wonder what his numbers would be like if he had taken better care of himself and had played in the era of the DH. Also, remember he could have played another year but declined the offer from management because the pain in his legs was too great and he just couldn't play up to his expectations. He will never be forgotten for the courage he showed in the final months of his life and how the number of organ donors increased because of his plea. God rest his soul!

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    thanks for posting that paisano...it was nice to read again...I had heard it and like Sixty-one, could hear Costas reading it. It was one of the best speeches I've read...RIP Mick.

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    I remembered it on TV also. There was something like references to Mick's salty language, like "he'd say 'doggonit, but he didn't say 'doggonit'" (meaning he'd said 'goddamnit' or something more lockerroom type). I think these were his teammates and stuff, but it was always happy and that he wasn't perfect, but he expressed himself well to his peers.

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