Are you serious, bro? How is anyone besides the Bambino numero uno? The man who is most responsible for the changing of the game?
Here is the deal: I had a tough time differentiating between Mays and Ruth. Remember, I said I was making a stand between pitchers and position players. Well, I lied. Ruth was the best…get that people…the BEST left handed pitcher in the American League from 1915-1919. He ate Walter Johnson’s lunch (the ten best pitchers…coming soon!). Christ, Ruth ate everyone’s lunch. Babe Ruth is the greatest figure in the history of sports. Not just American. Ruth transcends everything. The son of German immigrants, he made his bones in Baltimore at St. Mary’s industrial School, an education at the time reserved for delinquents. Ruth was a marvelous delinquent, though. He entered the American League via the Baltimore Orioles, and became THE key member of the Red Sox pitching staff from 1915-1920. Ruth was, without much doubt, the best porter-sider of the era. And, according to legendary sportswriter Grantland Rice, the greatest Southpaw ever. But that did not seem to attract to George’s life tendencies. For, you see, the boy liked to hit. And hit with authority.
I cannot ascertain what the Ruth experience was like. I cannot equate what a monster at the plate he truly was. His triple slash was .342/.474/.690. Six ninety. SIX NINETY. That is just obscene.
My contention with Mays and Ruth is this: Mays was an amazing ballplayer, transcendent. Ruth was one of a kind for one reason: he was the best left handed pitcher in the game. That, right there, should make Ruth the greatest ever. However, times have changed. Simple worship of baseball players is over, unfortunately.
Anyway, Ruth is the greatest player who ever lived.