Whenever I feel the warm sun on my neck, feel a gentle breeze playing through my hair, or smell the musky earth, I am reminded of Woehl Stadium and the days of my youth in Wishek, N.D. In 1962, when I just knew I would soon replace Mickey Mantle in center field for the Yankees, I decided we kids needed a better baseball diamond than the small empty lots we rotated among in our town of 1,400...

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