This is weird: I woke up one morning and I realized that I was Mickey Mantle. I knew I wasn’t really him, but through some fluke (dream logic), I was getting to experience being Mickey — who happened to be in the middle of his best year ever. I (he) could hit ANYTHING. It was so cool. I kept thinking how great it was and how much fun I was having getting to be the Mick for a while. It was a very vivid dream, I even dreamed a batting average, .352. When I woke up, that figure was so strong, I immediately wondered if it might actually correspond to reality. Thanks to Google, I could find out before I brushed my teeth. Turns out that in 1956, his Triple Crown Year and consensus “best year ever”, he hit .353. The brain is a strange place.
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