Over the last 16 years, Mickey Mantle has come a long way from Commerce, Okla. This season it looked as though he had all but stopped. The once grand .365 of 1957 has withered to .281, and Mantle, his aching legs taped from ankle to thigh, has seemed merely a $100,000 ghost of a great, while the once fearsome New York Yankees flounder in eighth place, 19½ games behind the leading Baltimore Orioles.
Nothing can save the Yanks this year. But Mantle, 34, keeps trying. In Boston one night two weeks ago, he came to ihe plate in the...
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