I grew up in the Bronx. When Turk became a White Sox, and they were in town, I often got tickets right behind the visiting teams dugout, down the 3rd base line. great seats...put your feet up on the dugout seats. I would walk with my Godmothers daughter, who was my age to the bullpen and talk with ‘Uncle Turk’. but later, mostly, by myself, I walked behind the Yankee dugout and drank in the visage of Mickey, Yogi, Whitey, Roger, Elston, Moose, Tony, Bobby, Gil, Enos, all led by Casey...and the rest.
Those were the days. My posse and I did the same thing at Briggs Stadium in Detroit, with our Tigers heros. Old story: I had a couple of shoeboxes of cards, not just baseball, but Korean War cards, boxing champions, the Lions, and into the trash they went when I was in boot camp.