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


1959 Topps Mickey Mantle 10

1961 Topps Mickey Mantle 300

1962 Topps 18 Managers Dream Mickey Mantle Willie Mays



1963 Topps 2 A.L. Batting Leaders Mickey Mantle


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


1957 Topps 407 Yankees Power Hitters,Mickey Mantle

Mickey Mantle - 1957 Topps #95, v2

Mickey Mantle - 1957 Topps 95



1958 Topps 418 MICKEY MANTLE - HANK AARON back

1958 Topps 487 Mickey Mantle


1962 Post Canadian 5 Mickey Mantle

1951 Bowman 253 Mickey Mantle


1961 Topps 475 Mickey Mantle

1960 Topps 563 Mickey Mantle


Who was Frank Truesdale?

Truesdale final

If you don’t know about Frank Truesdale, then you’re probably not alone. You may also be scratching your head at the peculiar sight of the featured T205 card of Truesdale from 1911. Well, that’s because it’s my own little tribute (see “fantasy card”) that I made for this wholly unappreciated, unknown ballplayer.

Nevertheless, Truesdale was still a ballplayer in the majors, which in itself is an achievement that not many of us can claim. He played for some four, albeit irregular, seasons over the course of eight years from 1910 to 1918, playing with the St. Louis Browns, New York Yankees, and Boston Red Sox. He hit one home run in his career and batted well under .300, though those numbers certainly aren’t unusual or even particularly poor in the aptly named dead-ball era (don’t you just love that phrase?). However, his “on-base percentage” was an improvement at .318. He largely fielded at 2nd base, and in his last season with the Red Sox he garnered a whopping salary of $2,120. He appears to have retired from baseball altogether in 1918, and he died in Albuquerque, New Mexico in 1943.

Of course, so many players of Truesdale’s lackluster “name” status exist in baseball’s history. Largely, a life such as Truesdale’s utterly unsung existence is but a mere blip, a smattering of seemingly meaningless statistics, a smudge in the baseball almanacs and reference books. Moreover, many of these early ballplayers never received even the minimal acknowledgement of having their likeness imaged on a cheaply printed tobacco card insert. For some, not one photograph remains.

Thankfully, we do have a small photographic record for Truesdale. In fact, one such artifact appears strikingly clear and preserved: archived in the digitized holdings of the Library of Congress, this glass plate photo-negative of Truesdale from his days as a Yankee.*

truesdale, lrg

The black and white photo image was combined with a scanned T205 card to create the topmost featured one–violà. The result is far from perfect, though better than I had expected. I would love to make more of these, especially for unknown players like Truesdale, but we’ll need to see if it’s–er–in the cards. Finally, if I had to give this activity a lofty, academic-inspired term, perhaps I’d call it revisionist history (via baseball cards).


Truesdale final cartoonized

*Indeed, the LOC contains a number of these stunning early photographic images of ballplayers and other athletes. Better yet, the LOC also houses a special collection of thousands of old baseball cards.

Card notes: My mission was to create a Truesdale tribute card with my limited photo editing skills (mostly using Pixlr).  And for fun I also made an alternative, more cartoonish card (directly above). The process can be time consuming and tedious (at least for me), but maybe there’s just a learning curve.

Sources: Player pages and other info on Truesdale may be found at the following sites: Baseball-reference.com, Wikipedia, and the Library of Congress.

Confession: I doodled on a Mickey Mantle Card


OK, I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I can explain—really, I can. You see, when this card first came into my possession it already looked like this. . . .

mantle mays before

So it was not exactly in pristine condition in the first place. And although even my wife advised against it, I just couldn’t help myself. Perhaps it had something to do with a few too many glasses of scotch whiskey that I found myself with a cheap, blue ballpoint Paper Mate pen gravitating in hand towards the card’s surface already besieged as well by fate’s hand with so many creases & folds like topographic ranges and rifts.

Honestly, however, it was the ghost of some poor child’s only half-finished doodle that compelled me to this act of insanity. For I can almost see the scene playing from out of the past: the oft-neglected, attention-starved younger sibling of a baseball enthusiast creeping into his brother’s ill-lit, forbidden bedroom, opening the closest door, and reaching for the first card on top of the floor stack. And I even envision the boy menace taking pause to gleefully admire his nearly finished masterwork of Willie’s goatee and Mickey’s newly grown beard. Of course, all of this comes before a deafening scream rings in his ears and he finds himself being yanked by the collar of his little Lacoste polo shirt and flung in the air.

So now you see. I really had no choice but to honor whoever the unfortunate, anonymous brat and this perhaps now long-forgotten act of cardboard defacement—though, come to think of it, none of it may be forgotten in the least. For all I know, the parties involved may still harbor some deep-buried, dark sentiments to this day.

What happens to a Mickey Mantle card when it goes through the washing machine?

1963, Mantle, Bombers, ed1

Well, if my deduction is correct, this is what happens.

I believe the Ebay seller mentioned something about that old bicycle spokes activity of now legendary horror. . . . But since this misfit has made its way into my possession and I can examine it more closely, I am no longer too sure. It appears to have been folded not once but twice–not merely into halves but quarters–as if to better fit in one of those tight, inner slots of some well-used Velcro wallet. Or, perhaps more likely, it was folded and creased as such to more easily slip into that miniature pocket sewn on the right hip of every pair of blue jeans. And observe how some of the surface has been scuffed and rubbed away near the top–just overhead of the unsuspecting, famed “bombers”–to give an almost pastel-like quality. That’s the aftermath of the laundry. . . . No, I definitely think that at least one of the culprits here was water–oh that pesky, ancient, and universal element that searches & destroys so many a beloved piece of cardboard.

And beloved it must have been, as evidenced by whatever wonderful act of salvage that mercifully granted this card a stay of execution from some wicker waste paper basket or said bicycle spokes.