One time in Boston, Casey Stengel imposed a curfew on the Yankees because they had lost a couple of games in a row. He was mad and said, “Until I see some improvement, you have a 12 o’clock curfew.” So that night, Billy Martin and Mickey Mantle get dressed up for a night on the town as if nothing had happened. Suddenly Martin glances at his watch and says, “Man, it’s 11:30 already.” They both rush out into the street and hail a cab. When they get to the Kenmore Hotel, Casey is in the lobby talking with some writers, so they go around to the back door. The door is locked, but they find a little window above the door that they can pry open. Mantle bends over and Martin jumps up on Mickey’s back, and grabs the ledge of the window and pulls himself up. Billy finally squeezes through, and he’s inside. Now Mantle is waiting for Martin to unlock the door from the inside to let him in. Then Mickey hears Billy calling him from the window above. “Hey Mick, I can’t open the door; it’s locked, so I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mantle goes berserk. He stacks some trash cans full of garbage, one on top of the other, until it’s high enough for him to crawl up and into that little window. Once he gets inside he now realizes how bad he smells from the garbage on his shoes and pants. He has stains all over his suit. When he gets to the room, Billy’s in bed acting like he is asleep. “Wake up” yells Mantle. “Look at all this crap on me. You could have reached down and helped me up, you little sob.” Billy just laughs and turns over and goes to sleep.