1952 World Series: Yankees vs. Dodgers, Game 7 . . . on YouTube?

So apparently game seven of the 1952 World Series is available to watch on YouTube for free. Yes, that World Series: Mickey Mantle, Jackie Robinson, Yogi Berra, Pee Wee Reese, et. al. And while it’s not the highest video quality, well, keep in mind that this is 1952 television film footage–and probably shot from high up in the bleachers of the old Yankee Stadium.

Honestly, I’m not sure whether or not this is an official unofficial YouTube release by MLB. In fact, the MLB logo is emblazoned across the channel’s homepage banner and elsewhere at http://www.youtube.com/user/MLBClassics, although I can’t locate any legitimate source that indicates MLB endorses or is responsible for this content. Apparently, the AZ Snake Pit (an SB Nation affiliate blog) has this brief post that claims this is indeed a YouTube channel operated by MLB. In any case, knowing the tendency of MLB’s iron-fisted grip on broadcast rights, I would be very surprised if they did not know about a popular YouTube channel that, by the latest count, over 34,000 unique users subscribe to–and with more than six million views. Nevertheless, I’d watch it while you still can (for free,and before MLB has a change of heart contract). And you can watch game seven of the 1952 World Series along with, oh, about 2oo other fully archived baseball classics. Enjoy!

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Here are some stellar AP photographic images of the 1952 World Series that I found at AP Images:

Mickey Mantle In Action

Yankee Stadium bleachers

Ebbets Field

Stengel in Dugout

Best Worst Mickey Mantles, Part II

It’s time to expand the digital collection of the best worst Mickey Mantles. Some of these appear just mildly, colorfully marred–while others belong in a category specially reserved for the utterly wretched, shipwrecked, and weather-wracked. . . . And, again, if you happen to have a beautifully ruined Mickey Mantle that you’d like to share, then by all means please feel free to comment to this post with a link to your own poor Mickey Mantle.

 

1956 Topps 135 Mickey Mantle

1957 TOPPS BASEBLL #95 MICKEY MANTLE YANKEES GREAT LOOK

1959 Topps Mickey Mantle 10

1961 Topps Mickey Mantle 300

1962 Topps 18 Managers Dream Mickey Mantle Willie Mays

1962 TOPPS 200 MICKEY MANTLE

1962 TOPPS BASEBALL 471 MICKEY MANTLE ALL STAR

1963 Topps 2 A.L. Batting Leaders Mickey Mantle

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1965 Mickey Mantle 350

1965 Topps 350 Mickey Mantle

1965 Topps Micky Mantle

1968 Topps 280 Mickey Mantle

Mickey Mantle 1959 Topps Bazooka

Mickey Mantle 1968 TOPPS GAME 2 Baseball Game Card - Needs a good home

 

Best Worst Mickey Mantles

Here follows a collection of the best worst Mickey Mantles that I have ever laid eyes on. I think this should be a post in-progress. And if you happen to have a beautifully wrecked Mickey Mantle that you’d like to share, then by all means please feel free to comment to this post with a link to your own poor Mickey Mantle.

1952 Topps Mickey Mantle RC Yankees 311, crop.

Mantle Jello 15, 1963, front

300 1961 Topps Mickey Mantle

1952 topps Mickey Mantle

1954 BOWMAN MICKEY MANTLE

1957 Topps 407 Yankees Power Hitters,Mickey Mantle

Mickey Mantle - 1957 Topps #95, v2

Mickey Mantle - 1957 Topps 95

MICKEY MANTLE 1966 TOPPS 50

1958 Topps 418 MICKEY MANTLE - HANK AARON

1958 Topps 418 MICKEY MANTLE - HANK AARON back

1958 Topps 487 Mickey Mantle

1959 TOPPS 461 MICKEY MANTLE

1962 Post Canadian 5 Mickey Mantle

1951 Bowman 253 Mickey Mantle

1954 BOWMAN COLOR MICKEY MANTLE

1961 Topps 475 Mickey Mantle

1960 Topps 563 Mickey Mantle

1955 BOWMAN MICKEY MANTLE 202

Eddie Waitkus—1952, Bowman, OR When Love in the Form of a Silver Bullet Slowed Fast Eddie Down

Eddie Waitkus, ed

This is the third post in a week related to The Natural (1984), but I for one have not lost interest yet. Shortly after seeing the film, I started searching for Eddie Waitkus cards, “and original, not re-released—underlined.” To my surprise, even many of the older Waitkus cards are quite affordable, though this may have something to do with his rather uneven playing career after the infamous Steinhagen episode.

In as much, I recently found this 1952 Bowman card of Eddie Waitkus for $3.60 (including shipping) in an online auction. For an authentic, painterly Bowman of the original “Natural” (a nickname by which he was actually known as a young rookie), I thought the price was more than a fair deal. Not unlike Waitkus by this point in his playing career in 1952, the card has seen some wear with a noticeable corner crease and a little loss of sharpness and vibrancy in color. You may also observe by the front signature script that his name often appeared as “Edward” instead of Eddie on his cards.

1952 was three years after Waitkus had been shot by Ruth Ann Steinhagen in her room in the Edgewater Beach Hotel in Chicago. That fateful day in June of 1949 during his first season with the Philadelphia Phillies (after being traded by the Cubs) would haunt Waitkus for much of his later career and life after baseball. He reportedly suffered post-traumatic stress syndrome and experienced problems with alcoholism.

His career statistics attest to a decline in his performance on the field as well. Beginning in 1952, Waitkus saw fewer and fewer chances at bat. After the shooting, he also never hit .300 again, which he had managed twice before—both in 1946 and up to the point when he was shot in that ultimately harrowing season of 1949. He was even an All-Star selection in 1948 and 1949, but he never achieved that distinction again either.

Waitkus continued to play in the majors until he retired in 1955. Although most of his later years are generally characterized by struggle and martial strife, he did return to baseball—as an instructor at the Ted Williams baseball camp. As with many ballplayers from his era who heavily consumed tobacco, Waitkus eventually died from esophageal cancer. He was age 53.

A story of the story that rekindled my love for baseball & baseball cards

Michael Chabon is probably my favorite living writer. I first began reading his work while I was in college. Chabon’s writing felt far more interesting and especially relevant to me at that age than, say, the stuffy and esoteric literary criticism of Samuel Johnson or Alexander Pope, which was what I should have been reading for a tedious course so imaginatively titled as 18th Century British Literature. In fact, Chabon’s unique style, his “flare” (for lack of a better term), proved all too infectious for me; in that department, he was in my mind second to none except maybe F. Scott Fitzgerald, and for better or worse I have yet to fully shake off the rather ornate shackles of such florid influences in my own writing. . . .

Then well over a decade after first encountering Chabon’s early fiction, I started to read his nonfiction with every bit as much enthusiasm. And that’s when I came across a piece called “A Gift” in a collection of essays, Manhood for Amateurs (2010). In “A Gift,” the narrator reflects on some of the intersections of boyhood and fatherhood—one such common thread being the gift of baseball cards, which his father sends him for a birthday present one year. And the cards? A handful of those painterly 1952 Bowmans.

So after about twenty years and not so much as a glance at a baseball card—as well as little interest in spectatorship when whispers of the steroid scandal began following 1998’s epic and, now it turns out, fictitious home run race—Chabon’s story at once rekindled a passion in me for both baseball and baseball cards. I couldn’t be more thankful.

Under an earlier, different title (“Baseball cards: communication between father, son”), Chabon’s story follows here.