It was funny, when I thought of it afterward, how Ruth and Gehrig looked as they stood there. The Babe must have been waiting for me to get the ball up a little so he could get his bat under it.
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No one hit home runs the way Babe did. They were something special. They were like homing pigeons. The ball would leave the bat, pause briefly, suddenly gain its bearings, then take off for the stands.
Don't worry about it. Babe Ruth struck out on occasion, too.
The first time that I ever saw Babe Ruth was in the Boston Red Sox clubhouse.
Babe Ruth was great. I'm just lucky.
Now I've had everything except for the thrill of watching Babe Ruth play.
There is nothing like Ruth ever existed in this game of baseball. I remember we were playing the White Sox in Boston in 1919, and he hit a home run off Lefty Williams over the left-field fence in the ninth inning and won the game. It was majestic. It soared.
Babe Ruth was not afraid to strike out. And it was this fearlessness that contributed to his remarkable career.
Yes, I was in that game where George Brett hit that home run. Billy saw there was too much pine tar on the bat and he went to the umpire, the next thing we knew they were fighting about it.
Everybody believed you had to have a big piece of lumber and then muscle the ball over the fence. But by the time I and Hank Aaron - another guy who did it with his wrists - were through, there were a lot of guys ordering light bats and playing handball.
When I began playing the game, baseball was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.
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