Now that I'm a famous actor, I'll be hanging out exclusively with Hollywood big shots, fall into a life of late-night parties and illicit drugs, then die in a gutter outside the Viper Room.
The Ryne Sandberg story is really nice. My boyhood hero was Mickey Mantle. I saw him play a spring game in 1962. He hit a line drive that the 2nd baseman made a play on but couldn't jump high enough. The ball hit the outfield wall on the fly. After the game I went down on the field level at Al Lang to get an autograph. He was smoking and using the most foul language you could imagine. I was crushed. Ryno was a better idol.
The Ryne Sandberg story is really nice. My boyhood hero was Mickey Mantle. I saw him play a spring game in 1962. He hit a line drive that the 2nd baseman made a play on but couldn't jump high enough. The ball hit the outfield wall on the fly. After the game I went down on the field level at Al Lang to get an autograph. He was smoking and using the most foul language you could imagine. I was crushed. Ryno was a better idol.