Arguably the greatest baseball player ever, George Herman “Babe” Ruth, is up in heaven celebrating his 115th birthday today.
What he’s done for the Yankees organization (let alone the game of baseball) need not be stated; it would take too long to type all of his achievements and I don’t have the patience. But he was a giant among men. He could basically hit a home run on command…and he was a shut-down pitcher for a while. Imagine a player who could pitch a lot better than Mo AND hit a lot better than Pujols — that was The Babe.
Plus he was a fat slob. I’m not trying to glorify gluttony here, but just think about how hard players are supposed to train. Babe never did anything but drink beers, eat hot dogs and run through hookers — the game came naturally to him. He was like the original Lawrence Taylor (minus the crack abuse) in that sense. I wish I could have seen him play.
Also, we can’t forget the sage advice he gave Benny The Jet, “Remember kid, there’s heroes and there’s legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die, follow your heart kid and you’ll never go wrong.” So true, so true.
So in honor of The Bambino’s b-day Saturday I’m going to eat about 15 hot dogs, drink like 20 beers, and get a steady flow of hookers. I just hope I don’t get cancer.
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Although he was a Yankee, he’ll always be a Baltimorean to me.
You’re right, The Sultan was born in Baltimore and signed his first contract with the O’s; but, c’mon, you’re going to associate Ruth with Baltimore? Gimme a break. He’s more Bostonian than Baltimorean. You can say what ever you want about the Yanks, but Babe Ruth will always be remembered as the pinstriper who called his home run in Wrigley on that famous day. He’ll forever epitomize the New York Yankees organization (make of that what you will) and be what every player that ever steps on a diamond strives to be.
Of course he will always be remembered as a Yankee. But the Babe was molded from Baltimore. He grew up in a row-house which is now across the streets from Camden Yards. His father/grandfather (forget which) was murdered on the same street Camden Yards now sits on. My great grandfather went to school with Babe and played on the same team with him in high school. Growing up in the rough streets of Baltimore made him who he was for the Yankees. Babe is no more of a New Yorker than a Baltimorean.
Fair enough…That’s pretty cool about your great grandfather playing with the babe; I’d love to hear stories if you have any.
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