Impact Player: Leaving a Lasting Legacy On and Off the Field

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Former Yankee Bobby Richardson played alongside Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Whitey Ford, Joe Pepitone, and Yogi Berra during one of the most prolific dynasties in baseball history, and he remains to this day the only player from the losing team ever to be named World Series MVP.

In Impact Player, Bobby shares his life story, including never-before-told tales from the Yankee clubhouse during the historic ’55-’65 pennant runs and World Series appearances. The book also features ...

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Overview

Former Yankee Bobby Richardson played alongside Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Whitey Ford, Joe Pepitone, and Yogi Berra during one of the most prolific dynasties in baseball history, and he remains to this day the only player from the losing team ever to be named World Series MVP.

In Impact Player, Bobby shares his life story, including never-before-told tales from the Yankee clubhouse during the historic ’55-’65 pennant runs and World Series appearances. The book also features the unlikely friendship Richardson, a devout and outspoken Christian, shared with Yankee legend and renowned drinker and womanizer, Mickey Mantle.

The perfect combination of faith and baseball, Impact Player offers a rare glimpse into one of the most celebrated dynasties in the history of the game, and it paints a fascinating portrait of a life well-lived and the lasting rewards that come from knowing and loving God.

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"Any fan of baseball in the 1950s and ‘60s will remember Bobby Richardson, a solid player on the field and a devout man off it. He writes about growing up in South Carolina, his eleven-year career as a Yankee, and life after baseball. While narrator Bill DeWees doesn’t imitate the many players Richardson played with, he lends a comforting, almost folksy, voice to this memoir. And that’s what it needs. As Richardson reminisces, DeWees solidly delivers his stories about his devotion to God, his relationship with Mickey Mantle, and the strains on his own marriage. While there’s nothing too earthshaking in either content or narration, but this is an enjoyable listen for fans of the era." 
M.B.  © AudioFile Portland, Maine
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781414372730
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 8/17/2012
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 495,660
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.06 (d)

Meet the Author

Bobby Richardson played second base for the New York Yankees from 1955 to 1966. During his career, he was named to seven All-Star teams (‘57, ‘59, ‘62, ‘63, ‘64, ‘65, and ‘66), he appeared in seven World Series, including three championship seasons (‘58, ‘61, and ‘62), and he remains to this day the only player from a losing team ever to be named World Series MVP. One of only 18 players ever to hit a World Series grand slam, Bobby still holds the MLB record for the most consecutive World Series games played (30). After retiring from MLB in 1966, Bobby went on to coach baseball for the University of South Carolina and later at Liberty University. An outspoken Christian, he played a vital role in the creation of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes and Baseball Chapel, and is still an active speaker and evangelist. Bobby lives in Sumter, South Carolina, with his wife, Betsy. They are the proud parents of five children and 15 grandchildren.
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IMPACT PLAYER

LEAVING A LASTING LEGACY ON & OFF THE FIELD
By Bobby Richardson DAVID THOMAS

TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.

Copyright © 2012 Bobby Richardson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-7273-0


Chapter One

SHARING A DREAM

"SOMEDAY HE'LL BE in the major leagues," my dad declared the day I was born. The date was August 19, 1935—not just during baseball season, but at the point in a season when pennant races begin to heat up.

I don't know whether Dad was predicting or hoping, but his words came true. I was privileged to play twelve seasons in the major leagues. And because I spent my entire career with outstanding teammates in the pinstripes of the New York Yankees, I was able to take part in more pennant races than most ballplayers could hope to experience.

Blessed with good health, I played 1,412 games in the majors, but only one with my dad in the stands. At least that one was a World Series game. Health issues and other circumstances prevented Dad from seeing me play more. He didn't even get to see all of my career. My family suffered a great loss when he passed away in 1963, three years before I retired.

My dad loved coming to my games when I was growing up. Unless it was one of our out-of-town games too far to travel to, or one scheduled during the day, before he could slip out of work, Dad was in the bleachers. He wasn't my loudest fan, but he was my biggest.

I was Robert Clinton Richardson's only son. He gave me his name—he went by Clint; I was Robert—and he passed on to me his passion for baseball. In return, I lived out his dream of playing in the majors.

I wish Dad could have been at Yankee Stadium for Bobby Richardson Day in the final weeks of the 1966 season, my last year in the majors. I know he would have been proud when my career accomplishments were listed that day: playing in seven World Series, winning three, and being chosen Most Valuable Player of one; earning five Gold Glove awards; being selected to seven All-Star teams. But what I think would have made Dad most proud was when and why I was walking away from baseball.

Age wasn't an issue, because I was only thirty-one at the time. Skills weren't a concern either, because I had just made my fifth consecutive All-Star team. Injuries, thank goodness, had never been a problem during my career. The only reason I had missed thirteen games in my final season—the most I had missed since 1959—was a request by manager Ralph Houk. He had asked if I would mind sitting out games late in the season so the Yankees could give playing time to my expected replacement at second base.

I hung up my spikes in 1966 feeling I was still in my peak years as a baseball player. But at that time I was also in what I felt should be my peak years as a father. Betsy and I had four children. Our fifth, Rich, would join us two years later. My oldest son, Robby, was nine years old, and Ron was eight. Both were playing baseball, and I was missing too many of their games. Our daughter Christie was almost six and missing her daddy, and two-year-old Jeannie often would cry when I was away.

As much as my dad valued my time in the major leagues, and as much as he enjoyed keeping up with my games on television, radio, and in the newspapers, I know he would have approved of my early retirement. His constant presence in my life was the best gift he had ever given me, and now it was time for me to give the same gift to my children. I felt confident he would have agreed with that.

Dad had been a tombstone maker, spending his lifetime inscribing the names and dates and words of hundreds of people to be remembered. Every time I visit Dad's grave, I read the words my sister Ann suggested be placed on his tombstone:

ONLY ONE LIFE, IT WILL SOON B E PAST; ONLY WHAT'S DONE FOR CHRIST WILL LAST.

Those are the same words Betsy and I made "ours" at the beginning of our relationship. My dad had helped me inscribe those words on a small stone for us to share.

I was the second of three children born to Clint and Willie Richardson, the only boy, born between Inez and Ann. We were raised in Sumter, South Carolina, a small town about forty-five miles east of the state capital of Columbia. I still call Sumter home, and the folks who live here still call me Robert instead of Bobby. It was in Sumter that the foundation was laid for my baseball career and my spiritual journey.

In addition to my parents, three people stand out in my decision to accept Christ as Savior: Bill Ward, Pop Owens, and J. H. Simpson. The first two were my Sunday school teachers at Grace Baptist Church.

Mr. Ward was a farmer who loved to say, "Praise the Lord!" and made each of us boys in the class take turns teaching a lesson. I have had the honor of speaking to tens of thousands of people at Billy Graham Crusades, but I'll tell you that it is an entirely different type of nervousness when you have to stand in front of a small Sunday school class of your peers and deliver a message.

Mr. Owens worked for the Carolina Power & Light Company, and I remember there would be Sunday mornings after a big storm had blown through when he would have to miss class to help restore power in the area. But when Mr. Owens wasn't called away by work, he was faithful in bringing God's Word to us every Sunday.

What those two teachers instilled in me as a young boy was that I needed to live my life for God and that the first step in doing so was to receive Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. Their lessons prepared the soil of my heart to the point that I knew I needed a Savior. J. H. Simpson, the pastor of our church, was the one who then came in and brought the salvation message home, so to speak.

When I was almost twelve, at the request of my mother—and, I believe, also at the urging of Mr. Ward and Mr. Owens—Rev. Simpson came by our house for a visit. To my surprise, instead of visiting with my parents, he started talking with Inez, Ann, and me. I didn't know much about Rev. Simpson, other than what I had observed of him at church. But I was impressed that he knew my name and my sisters' names and also seemed to know a little about each of us. As he talked to us, it was obvious that he wasn't just making small talk. He was sincerely interested in hearing about our lives and our activities.

At some point in that visit, Rev. Simpson shifted our conversation to God's plan of salvation. I was quite familiar with it, having heard it many times from the pulpit and also from hearing it described by Mr. Ward and Mr. Owens in Sunday school. I'm sure that I had not completely understood all that was explained to me as a young boy, but I believed I needed a Savior and that Jesus loved me enough to suffer and die in my place. That day in our living room, though, I felt different than in times past as Rev. Simpson explained the plan once again.

Rev. Simpson recited a verse we knew well—John 3:16: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Rev. Simpson told us that all of mankind had sinned and needed God's gift of salvation; then he asked the three of us whether we each knew that we, too, had sinned.

I don't recall being asked that question before. I know it had been posed by Rev. Simpson during his sermons and by Mr. Ward and Mr. Owens in Sunday school. But it definitely was the first time I remember someone looking directly at me and asking if I knew I had sinned. Because God was working in my heart, it caused me to confront the question personally in my life.

Of course, I knew my answer had to be yes. I knew I had done things wrong in my life. I was aware of thought patterns and actions the Lord was not pleased with. And I knew there was a consequence involved in sin and that it was separation from a holy and just God forever in a place Scripture calls hell.

I wasn't what others would call a bad boy. The most trouble I got into was for talking back to my mother or sneaking out of the house to play baseball when I was supposed to be cleaning my bedroom. Of course, there were those "shady excuses" to avoid punishment, and my habit of annoying my sisters. That's not bad considering what a young boy could have gotten into, but there are no degrees of sin. Sin is sin. I was disrespecting and disobeying my mother, and I knew that did not reflect the heart God wanted for me. He gave His commandments to reveal His righteous requirements. Lying and not honoring my mother were sins. I needed forgiveness and a new heart.

After Rev. Simpson read Romans 3:23—"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God"—I admitted aloud that I knew I had sinned. The pastor then aptly explained to us how the mere fact that we had been born made us sinners, because human beings have been sinners by nature since Adam and Eve disobeyed God in the Garden of Eden. Yet as John 3:16 points out, God provided a means of escape from our sinful nature through the life, death, and resurrection of His Son, Jesus Christ. Jesus came to become the sacrifice for the sins of all of us. He was the Lamb of God, sent to take away the sin of the world.

I had heard all that in church services and Sunday school, but it didn't become personal to me until Rev. Simpson sat in our living room and detailed it directly to my sisters and me. For the first time, I understood that Jesus had died for my sins. His death on the cross and His resurrection became personal to me. It's interesting how we can hear the gospel message, as I had for years to that point, and still not really hear it. We can know that Jesus' death paid for all the sins of everyone in the world, yet the moment of true salvation does not come until we grasp that Jesus shed His precious blood to redeem one person in particular: me.

That is what I meant earlier when I said that Rev. Simpson was the person who took the plan of salvation and brought it all home for me.

"Do you believe that Jesus died for your sins?" Rev. Simpson asked.

"Yes," I answered, "Jesus died for me."

My sisters answered the same way, and Rev. Simpson prayed then and there with the three of us as we asked Jesus Christ into our hearts. Inez and I were baptized in church the following weekend, and a few weeks later Ann was too.

Starting at Home

My mother maintained a strong spiritual presence in our home. In fact, Mom's was the strongest presence in our home, period. Her personality was powerful, and to a young boy it was at times a little overwhelming. But I knew she loved me, and boy, could she cook!

Mom attended church every Sunday. She took part in a number of activities, including her beloved women's group, and she made sure we attended too. Dad, on the other hand, wasn't much of a churchgoer, though he never objected when Mom and the three of us kids went. Sometimes he would even drive us to church and drop us off, though the church was within walking distance of our house. I felt confident that Dad knew the Lord because every night at home I saw him on his knees, praying. As I look back now with an adult's perspective, though, I wonder how much he grew spiritually.

The truth was, Dad faced some limitations. He had made it only through the third or fourth grade. I don't know whether he could read, but I do recall that he made all his purchases with cash—no writing checks—and that Mom handled the business affairs around the home.

Dad also struggled with emphysema. He was owner and manager of Richardson Marble and Granite Works, and the dust from the sandblasting associated with his work contributed to his health issues. I know that the need to rest after a long week of work was one of the reasons Dad did not attend church with us more often.

Dad didn't make a lot of money from his company, but business was good enough for him to support us. We may not have been able to buy everything we wanted growing up—and there's nothing wrong with that—but we did always have everything we needed. At Christmastime there were presents for all of us.

My sisters claimed I was spoiled because I was the only boy, and there may have been some truth to that. I remember one year receiving a Cushman motor scooter before I was old enough to drive it legally on the streets. But I took it out on the streets anyway— until the police stopped me and told me to push it back home and keep it there until I was old enough for a license.

Being the only boy did give me an advantage sportswise with Dad. Inez, my older sister, was more into baby dolls and pretty dresses than sports. My younger sister, Ann, was interested in sports, but because I came along before her, I had a head start.

Growing up, I didn't really have a favorite sport. I was most interested in whatever ball was closest to me at the moment. If I could throw it, catch it, kick it, bounce it, or shoot it, I did. Over time, though, baseball and basketball emerged as my favorite sports.

Baseball was the sport I could best play by myself during my free time. We had a two-story house with a big chimney, and I would bounce tennis balls off that chimney to practice fielding ground balls, getting down to the nitty-gritty details like working on my backhand pickups and scooping up tricky short hops.

For variety I would throw the balls up on the roof and practice catching fly balls as they rolled off. There was a gutter around the roof, though, that liked to catch the balls before they could fall to me. That would mean a trip to the upstairs bathroom, where I could stretch my arm out the window to retrieve the ball from the gutter. After a few of those trips upstairs, I'd decide that fielding grounders off the chimney was more efficient for getting in as much practice time as possible. Who knows? Perhaps that gutter is why I became an infielder instead of an outfielder.

The back of our house was nice for practicing by myself, but it wasn't perfect. If I missed the chimney with a tennis ball, the impact of my throw would knock small pieces of plaster off the inside walls. The sound of falling plaster would get Mom's attention, and she'd come to the back door to express her disapproval. I would apologize and explain that I couldn't hit the chimney every time. I was never banned from throwing balls against the chimney, but the fear of that happening could be a major reason I was an accurate thrower in my later years.

I also spent a lot of time practicing baseball in front of our house, where we had a concrete walkway leading to stone steps. I could have bounced balls off those steps and fielded grounders on that walkway all day long. Some days, I think I did. But there was also a danger to playing in the front yard. Balls could hit the edge of the steps and ricochet into the screened front door or up against the siding. The clunk of a ball hitting the house or knocking plaster off the walls would bring Mom to the front door, too. I think my practice sessions caused my mom to wear paths to our front and back doors.

The highlight of the day came when Dad arrived home from work, because then he would go to the backyard with me to throw a ball around for a few minutes or to hit some pop-ups to me. My dad had been a pretty good ballplayer himself growing up. He never told me that—he wasn't the type to talk about himself—but his friends made sure I knew of Dad's abilities. He might even have been good enough to have his own dreams about playing pro ball. But since Dad had to work a lot to help his family, he was never able to position himself for a chance to play professionally.

I still hold wonderful memories from those times my dad and I played catch in the backyard. Even though he knew a lot about baseball, he never overcoached me. He was a man of few words to begin with, so the most he might offer would be a simple tip here or there. For the most part, he limited his speech to encouragement—" nice catch" or "good throw."

A Chip off the Old Block

Dad allowed me to spend time with him at his marble and granite company. Although he stayed busy, I was able to further hone my baseball skills at the work site. Dad's company would take quarried slabs of rock and shape, polish, and engrave them to make tombstones. The process generated lots of granite chips, and in the hands of a young boy with big league dreams, those chips became baseballs. Unfortunately, stop signs became first basemen's mitts. I'm embarrassed to admit that I plunked a few stop signs in my day.

Dad let me earn money from his company. Sometimes I would hop into the back of the truck when one of Dad's employees, who went by the nickname of Crawfish, delivered tombstones to cemeteries. Small metal plates from the funeral home served as temporary grave markers until the tombstones arrived. I would dig up those markers and turn them in to Dad for five dollars per plate. That was good pay—no, great pay—for the work.

I think letting me help around the company was Dad's way of slipping me a little extra spending money, because the funeral homes paid him five dollars per plate as well. It also provided a chance for us to spend extra time together. Even when he was busy working and I was off nailing stop signs with granite chips, my hours at Dad's company still counted as father-son time for both of us. (Continues...)



Excerpted from IMPACT PLAYER by Bobby Richardson DAVID THOMAS Copyright © 2012 by Bobby Richardson. Excerpted by permission of TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Foreword....................ix
Prologue....................xiii
CHAPTER 1 Sharing a Dream....................1
CHAPTER 2 Becoming a Yankee....................15
CHAPTER 3 Timely Reminder....................29
CHAPTER 4 Climbing the Ladder....................43
CHAPTER 5 Wedding Bells and Baseball....................57
CHAPTER 6 Mixed Emotions....................67
CHAPTER 7 Stay or Go Home?....................77
CHAPTER 8 .300....................83
CHAPTER 9 A Series to Remember....................89
CHAPTER 10 Sixty-One in '61....................109
CHAPTER 11 The Truth about the Catch....................125
CHAPTER 12 Too Much Koufax....................141
CHAPTER 13 Rallying under Yogi....................153
CHAPTER 14 Headed for Home....................163
CHAPTER 15 No Regrets....................177
CHAPTER 16 A Different Type of Run....................187
CHAPTER 17 Family, Faith, and Fun....................199
CHAPTER 18 Teammates and Lifelong Friends....................213
CHAPTER 19 Mickey....................235
CHAPTER 20 The Decision....................251
CHAPTER 21 Protecting the Home Field....................263
CHAPTER 22 God's Hall of Fame....................277
Acknowledgments....................283
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  • Posted September 18, 2012

    Saw Bobby Richardson on WFAN interview. Now I HAVE to read his b

    Saw Bobby Richardson on WFAN interview.
    Now I HAVE to read his book too. I know it will be great.
    A special man....speaks through his faith and serenity.
    Lots of stories spoken from the heart, about those glory years.
    Feels good hearing the words of this humblest of Yankee greats.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2012

    Impact Player is a memoir by Bobby Richardson, the former 2nd ba

    Impact Player is a memoir by Bobby Richardson, the former 2nd baseman for the New York Yankees. Richardson played from the late-50's through the mid-60's, during the heyday of the Mantle, Ford, and Maris teams.

    Aside from knowing his name, I knew nothing about Richardson prior to reading this book. I wouldn't say I was fascinated, but his insider's view into the Yankees was pretty cool. After giving a brief background of his life prior to playing pro baseball, including his early commitment to Christ, Richardson gives an overview of each season he spent in the minors or with the Yankees. He is a humble man, so his stories seem very toned-down compared to what a more ego-driven player might write. He also is very careful to paint his teammates and competitors in a good light. I often found myself wondering if he was sugar-coating his words, because I'm so used to people trying to place blame on others and build themselves up. But, having finished the book, I believe that this is just representative of who Bobby is as a man of God.

    The last several chapters detail Richardson's life after baseball, with the most interesting chapters containing his memories and friendships with his former teammates, including Tony Koubek, Roger Maris, Clete Boyer, Moose Skowron, Yogi Berra, Whitey Ford, and Mickey Mantle. In fact, it is his friendship with Mantle that forms the frame for Richardson's story. Opening with Richardson about to speak at Mantle's funeral, the final chapters bring home the fact that Mantle became a Christian shortly before he passed away and Bobby's witness was instrumental in that. Richardson emphasizes how his platform of baseball (and ours in whatever we do) can and should be used to spread the message of Christ.

    This book isn't the story of the Yankees' inner-workings amid a very successful run in baseball. It is the story of one man trying to live for God while playing the game he loves. It is definitely worth a read for sports fans, and maybe for the casual Yankee fan.

    I received a copy of this book from Tyndale House Publishers in exchange for an honest review.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 8, 2014

    Great book for the baseball fan! Although I had never heard of

    Great book for the baseball fan! Although I had never heard of Bobby Richardson (and I’m not a baseball fan!) I found this book interesting as not only does it have his story, it also talks a lot about other baseball greats such as Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Whitey Ford and Tony Kubek. I also found it interesting learning that in a time it seemed all Americans went to church that Bobby felt that he “played baseball in a different era – not only in terms of the game, but also when it came to Christian witness. A Christian athlete was more alone in those days and public displays of faith were rare. Nowadays it’s common to see an elite athlete such as Mariano Rivera or Tim Tebow speak publicly about his faith." I also learned a nugget of trivia that Bobby Richardson, a Yankee player, was the MVP the year the Pirates won the World Series (1960) and the Yankees lost. This had never happened before or since and has only happened once for the Super Bowl and once for the NBA finals. Usually the MVP comes from the winning team.

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  • Posted June 21, 2014

    An impact player is one who makes other players feel great and s

    An impact player is one who makes other players feel great and successful off the field as well as on, provides comfort and support in difficult times and exhibits peace, humility, and love. This was Bobby Richardson! Shortly before his 12th birthday he accepted Christ's gift of salvation. He had a great family with fond memories of playing catch and attending baseball games with his father and even getting Stan Musial's autograph. Courted by the Yankees when he was in high school, he signed their contract upon graduation. Put unfortunately in a class B training program, he bombed because of inexperience on offense. He couldn't hit. He was homesick. He was too focused on baseball, not God. Finally when they moved him to the rookie league, he began hitting once more, made friends with a Christian player, and met a young lady, Betsy, whom he would later marry. He began winning games. His advisor told him baseball would give him a platform to reach people for God and he shouldn't give up. What great honor did he win although he was on the losing team? Who helped Bobby fine tune his hitting skills and impact his confidence? What coveted Yankee league mark did Bobbie reach? At one point Bobby made a leaping, one-handed catch that no other second baseman could make. What happened to the tight-knit infield group: Moose, Tony Kubek, Clete Boyer and Bobby? Why did Bobby feel the 1963 season was the most impressive season? What made the 1963 All Star Game in Cleveland a nightmare for Bobbie? What costly error did Bobby make in the game with the Cardinals that caused his team to lose? On Saturday, Sept 17, at the Bobby Richardson Day at Yankee Stadium when his team wasn't going to win the pennant, 21,000 came to the game including his wife Betsy, his children, his mother and mother-in-law. Who sang as part of the service and what did he sing? What was Bobbie presented with? At the end of his speech to the fans, what 5 words did he say? What new challenge was he offered? What did his sons do that made him very proud of them? What did he lose that he later rejoiced about? What words of encouragement did he give his friend Dick with brain cancer that should encourage all of us no matter what our circumstances? How supportive were these teammates? What close family did his family enjoy being with when the father became a Yankee player? What memories of Mickey Mantle did Bobby share? All this and more is in this great book. If you have a husband or brother or friend who loves baseball, this is a marvelous book to give them, especially if you want to give them a manly view of Christ in life today.

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  • Posted July 22, 2013

    This was such an interesting autobiography.  I come from a famil

    This was such an interesting autobiography.  I come from a family of huge baseball enthusiasts and I just know that if you have any level of interest in the sport, you would absolutely love this book.  It was extra fun to hear all of his behind-the-scenes stories about that era of baseball - and as he was good friends with Roger Maris, Mickey Mantle, Whitey Ford, Yogi Berra, and more, there are some great stories!  We also learn about his journey from a small town boy to the top of the major leagues.




    Bobby Richardson invested his entire career in the New York Yankees, and eventually retired -some would say early- primarily to spend more time with his growing family.  He attributes both his success in sports as well as his family, including almost 60 years of marriage to his wife, Betsy as coming from a relationship with Jesus, thus the title "Impact Player".  Bobby's very clearly stated goal is to have an impact for Christ, and he has not wavered in that, even from the very beginning.  He is also seemingly quite transparent about things he wishes he could change, or ways he's failed.




    All in all, Bobby Richardson & David Thomas give us a well-written, engaging memoir that is great for non baseball fans, and (especially!) baseball fans alike.  I recommend it!

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  • Posted June 29, 2013

    This is the memoir of Bobby Richardson, a Yankees baseball playe

    This is the memoir of Bobby Richardson, a Yankees baseball player. The book covers his boyhood, baseball career and life after baseball.

    I thought the book was interesting, though there are a lot of game stats that made the book drag a bit for me. Bobby shares many stories of his time with the Yankees, and baseball fans will love the tales of famous players like Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra. Bobby's testimony is a major part of the story, and he tells of sharing the Gospel with fellow players, churches, etc. The photos chronicling Bobby's life are a bonus.

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  • Posted June 10, 2013

    Great Baseball Trivia. Baseball fans will love it. He and his co

    Great Baseball Trivia. Baseball fans will love it. He and his contributors did a really good job of writing a fact-filled, effective book, and inserted many great anecdotes. I was interested in a lot of his experiences and the history of the Yankees. I recognized a lot of the names, probably because I grew up in upstate N.Y. If I was more of a baseball fan, I’d have been able to focus more, and get through all the stats, plays and positions on the ball field. I skimmed them. The stories about his teammates were great, and I liked the positive, personal look into his life and his marriage. Richardson’s personal witness was included, and some facts about Mickey Mantle that I didn’t know. As a whole, it was interesting and uplifting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2013

    I enjoyed reading this book very much. As a mother of boys in L

    I enjoyed reading this book very much. As a mother of boys in Little League, it was interesting to hear all the stories and insights into baseball from a pros perspective and realize that even professional baseball players deal with the same pressures and uncertainties that the little guys do. It was refreshing to read about a professional athlete that wasn't in it just for the money, but for the love of the game. This book is a great read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2013

    i love reading christian athlete books, it helps me as a athlete

    i love reading christian athlete books, it helps me as a athlete myself grow my faith.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Highly recommend

    Kept my interest to the very last page. The author's interactions with other famous players, including Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra and something of their personalities were unexpected bonuses. The book shows how a christian can witness to faitt in god without being "preachy".

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2012

    good reading

    brings back memories of a great team.

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    Posted May 3, 2013

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    Posted April 6, 2013

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