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...when I hear it," says LaRussa. Maybe the real reason the fans dig Big Mac is because he's built like a home-run hitter of old. In fact, old home-run hitters didn't look as much like McGwire as they should have. McGwire is who we imagine Babe Ruth to be; he's like a cartoon of Ruth in which he tightens his belt until his paunch rises into bulging pecs...
...marginalized and embittered Hank Aaron--put him in statistics books, used him for a million video clips, but still can't quite forgive his breaking Babe Ruth's record for career home runs. Roger Maris? We killed him. First we made him bald and drove him out of New York, then out of baseball. And soon he was gone. They called it cancer, but we know it was the asterisk...
Maybe America is ready to love these sluggers as it loved the Babe. Now, as then, we are strong; we are rich. But even if there are harder decades ahead, maybe we'll look back on this as one of those moments when we were good--good enough to have American heroes, power heroes. We'll tell our children's children, "I saw it with my own eyes when he smashed that ball outta the park, into the street!" That was when God loved America and its game--and sent Big Mac and Junior to prove...
...contest, the game was instantly changed. The bunt, the stolen base, the Baltimore chop were back-burnered for decades. Ruth's brash Yankees went to the 1923 World Series against the New York Giants, the classiest tacticians of their day. The series went to six games, but the Babe poled three into the right-field seats, and the Yankee dynasty had begun. Heywood Broun spoke for millions of delighted fans when he crowed, "The Ruth is mighty, and shall prevail...
...match between his enormous appetites and the national agenda. America had made the world safe for democracy. We were rich. We were strong. In the '20s we were ready to play, with truly American force. While the market soared, we knew God loved America and sent us the Babe to prove...