There’s a line in the movie “A League of Their Own” where Tom Hanks’ character says, “There’s no crying in baseball!” And while I love that film almost as much as I do “Field of Dreams,” I take exception with the quote about crying.
When it came to baseball, I cried a lot as a kid. Sixty-one years ago, I was a nine-year-old following Mickey Mantle’s attempt to break Babe Ruth’s home run record. “The Mick” was my hero. My mom made me a Yankees jersey complete with Mantle’s number 7 on the back. I was crestfallen when his teammate Roger Maris hit 61 homers.