For boys and girls growing up playing baseball in the 50s and 60s, one player stood out above all others—Mickey Mantle.

Millions of kids copied his batting stance, ran the bases like he did, and pretended to be him on the sandlot, schoolyards and Little League fields all across the country. But for one young boy that fantasy went far beyond just pretending and believing—convincing himself that indeed, he was, Mickey Mantle. My Name was Mickey Mantle is a coming-of-age story highlighting the naivety of youth, the trials and tribulations in growing up, and the realization that our bigger-than-life heroes may not be heroes at all. With far-reaching implications spread over 50 years,

My Name was Mickey Mantle takes the reader on an engaging and sometimes unbelievable journey from the sandlots of Binghamton, New York, and ending on the hallowed grounds of the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown.