The Babe Page #7

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She's gone, gone, gone

into the right field stands.

Thirty Homers

for Iron Man!

That does it, Gehrig!

You better grab

your mama's hand, Iron Man!

We're goin' to war!

We're goin' to war!

The Yankees hold on

to first place...

as the Iron Horse,

Lou Gehrig...

hits his 45th home run.

Babe Ruth hits

his 45th home run.

Forty-five for Ruth,

and, oh boy, lookee here...

the home run twins

arejoined at the hip.

But not for long.

As the season draws to a close...

the Bambino's

bat explodes...

breaking his own major league record

for home runs in a single season.

Babe cracks number 60,

60 home runs!

Gehrig finishes with 47.

Look at you, Mr! Ruth!

You're the picture

of sartorial elegance!

It's enough to

drive a girl bananas!

What say we, uh,

leave this joint!!!

and fill a bathtub

full of ginger ale?

Not 'til the

season's over!

Hiya, Colonel,

you look like a jillion!

You look fine, Ruth,

Mrs! Ruth!

Colonel! When I'm manager, I

gotta dress like this all the time!

Banquets, you know!

I'm practicin'!

You beat Chicago

in the series, Ruth!!!

you'll be the best-dressed

manager in the game!

Hear that, mama?

We're gonna take the series

and I'm gonna be the manager!

Yankees stink!

Go Cubs!

Strike the goon out!

You oughta be hitched

to a wagon, Ruth!

Hey, Ruth is a woman's name.

You're a woman, Ruth.

Strike one!

All right, all right!

Right down Broadway!!!

you big balloon!

Let's go, Charley!

Strike two!

We own ya, Ruth!

We own ya, boy!

You big balloon!

This is the World Series!

What is he doing?

Come on, Ruth,

swing at that ball!

He called his shot! He

ain't human, he's an animal!

Nope!

He's a god!

Clara and me went up

to the Hawaiian guy, see--

He was Filipino! We were in

the Philippines! Right, right!

We go up and ask where we

can get a good game of golf!

He sends us over to these

other Hawaiian guys-- Filipinos!

What difference does it

make? Make 'em Eskimos!

Just a minute please.

It's time forJack Armstrong!

Could you turn

the set up?

Uncle Babe,

it's for you!

See, what'd I tell ya! It's

the colonel! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Let me

pull your finger!

Not now, honey!

There's ladies present!

Cheater! You cheat! I'm

runnin' out of gas, Toots!

Hello?

He just sits waiting for them to

call and tell him he's manager!

He's gonna be the best.

I wish I was young enough

to play third base for him.

Helen!

The woman who had been living

as the common-law wife...

of Dr. Edward Kinder...

died in a fire at his Watertown

home just after midnight.

She has been identified

as Helen Woodford Ruth...

the ex-wife of

baseball great, Babe Ruth.

Strike three!

It's all right, Big Bam.

The day's young.

Put one out in the right field

stands, will ya, Dutchman?

I love ya, Babe!

Ball!

There she goes!

Lou Gehrig has just slugged

number 49 for the season!

He's more than doubled

Babe Ruth so far.

We've talked about it

through the years, Colonel!!!

and now I know you

have to make a decision!

I know you promised me,

but!!!

I want to know official!

Ruth, how can you

manage a team!!!

when you can't

even manage yourself?

I've changed a lot,

Colonel!

Yes, you have! I don't see

no more home runs!

I got a wife!

I'm raisin' two daughters!

I need a future!

I don't run around anymore,

you know that!

I know you're lookin'

for a new manager!

Give me a shot,

please, Colonel!

Ty Cobb is managin',

Tris Speaker!

Why not Babe Ruth?

Just give me a try,

that's all!

Very well, Ruth!

I'll send you down to Newark!

You can manage there.

Newark?

That's minor leagues! I'm

not goin' down to the bushes!

That's your choice, Ruth!

Anything else?

I'm late

for a meeting.

Well, yeah!

If I can't have a shot at

managin', I want my release!

Okay, you are released!

Wait!

Mrs! Ruth, I didn't know

we had an appointment!

I will call you back

in one moment!

- Colonel!

- I offered him Newark!

Newark!

With respect, Colonel, you don't

offer a captain a waiter's job!

How can you just

throw him away like that?

Look!!!

I will not tolerate the lip

of that overgrown child!

I shall be damned if I

will accept it from a woman!

Your intrusion

is not appreciated!!!

your approach

is not acceptable!!!

and our conversation

is finished!

Good-bye!

Ooh!

That stadium down the street is

the House That Ruth Built, Buster!

When the Black Sox threw the

series, baseball almost went under!!!

but that overgrown child

kept the people coming!

He saved baseball!

And you and every player

in a uniform!!!

should line up

and kiss his ass!

Shame on you!

No, shame on you!

After applying across

both leagues...

Babe Ruth is signed by

the last-place Boston Braves.

The one-time

Sultan of Swat...

is now player, assistant

manager and vice president...

of the struggling club.

The man, who a few years ago was making more

money than the president of the United States...

has taken

a $ 125,000 pay cut.

What do you want

to stay in it for?

To be vice president

on paper?

To have some silly taxi pick you

up at first and take you to second?

That was just a stunt!

The whole thing's a stunt!

No, it ain't!

These sharks don't give

a sh*t about you!

They're humiliating you! I don't

wanna talk about them no more!

I'm talking about dignity!

So am I, goddamn it!

Then get out while you

have a shred of it left!

I love the game!

The game doesn't

love you anymore!

Roll it to me!

He can't hit it!

It's through!

Second base, second base!

Oh-to-two.

Let's go, it's okay.

Get your peanuts!

Red hot peanuts!

Thank you!

Thanks!

I seen

your daddy play!!!

when he used to knock home runs

outta the park left and right!

But he never knocked one

outta this outfield!

No one's ever

knocked one outta here!

Come on, honey.

Come on, Bobby baby. What do

ya say now? What do you say?

What are you doin'? I'm tryin'

to get our man over to second!

That catcher's got an arm like

a cannon and his eye on our man!

He'll throw him out!

I know what I'm doin'!

I've got 21 years that says

if our man steals, he's pegged!

Safe!

I got a piece of paper

that says I'm the manager!

Why don't you sit down

and let me run my team?

I got paper that says

I'm assistant manager!!!

and next year I got

a shot at bein' manager!!!

so take your paper, roll it up

tight, and shove it up your ass!

I think it's time you

had a talk with Mr! Fuchs!

I'll go see Mr! Fuchs

right now!

- Strike!

- You're out!

He's out to pasture.

He dropped two balls

in the outfield already.

He's good gate!

He can't hit anymore,

but he draws a crowd!

He's a circus act,

a sideshow!

He can't even run

his own bases anymore!

What the hell can I say?

Keep him on!!!

let him think

he's going to manage.

We need attendance.

We need gate.

Ruth, you're up!

Get your ass up there.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, Babe!

You can do it.

Left field, Babe.

You're supposed to be

a runner, not a walker!

Come on, dad!

Babe Ruth is up.

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