Drinking with mickey mantle

When i was five i was king of the yard, and my grandfather said
I had one hell of an arm. i remember learning his split-finger
Fastball, and all the tales he would stretch with that famous
Turner charm. and by the fire pit in my old backyard, i used to
Sit transfixed by his stories. about the time him and mickey
Mantle drank all night long, spinning yarns of all their former glories.
And i remember christmas eve when i was ten and ma told grandpa
He was wasting my time. she sent him packing in the pouring
Rain things were never quite the same after that night. but in
The package he left under the tree was a new silver wristwatch
Addressed to his favorite grandson, henry.