There he is, Mickey Mantle, outfielder for 16 years, and the time is right now—inning one of game one. All the things that are supposed to happen so fast at first base are happening. The ball is a hop-hop blur, a base runner is hightailing it for second and the batter is sprinting toward first. Fret not. There was no disaster. The ball caromed off his glove, off his chest (below). But Mantle boxed it, stopped it, picked it up and got the out at first. If one batted ball means anything, Mantle showed that he was a first baseman. But two innings later, disaster did come—in the old-fashioned Mantle way. Trying to score from first, Mickey went around second, legs churning and, damn, he did it again—a pulled muscle. The look of pain and disgust on his face as he hobbled across home plate was the most pathetic and familiar in baseball. Yet by Sunday, back in the lineup, he hit hard, made two fine plays in the field and seemed ready to rejoin Roger in the headlines.