To me, Babe Ruth is fascinating. Though you could make cases for the boxer Jack Dempsey or the football player Red Grange, I think it's apparent that Babe Ruth was America's first true celebrity athlete. On the field, he singlehandedly revolutionized baseball, most notably in the form of the home run. Off the field, his personal life dominated headlines and tabloids, most of it unsavory details of his heavy drinking and carousing.
Like most larger than life figures, Babe Ruth's greatness was a combination of historical forces and his own talent and skill. He was the game's best ballplayer playing at a time when baseball was by far America's most popular sport. That he played for the Yankees only amplified his omnipresence in American popular culture, since New York City was the undisputed media capital of the country - and maybe the world - at the time. It was fascinating to read about the intense media coverage of The Babe, especially since his entire career (1914-1935) took place during a time when the primary media platforms were newspapers and radio. The public's appetite for all things Babe Ruth was insatiable - no different than our own celebrity centered culture.
As a sports fan, I can't get enough of the chronicling of Ruth's accomplishments on the baseball diamond. Truly, it is difficult to exaggerate how great of a player Ruth was, how dominant he was, how utterly unprecedented his home run hitting was, and how staggeringly better he was than his contemporaries. And the crazy thing is that he could've been even better. For most of his career, Babe Ruth ate like shit and drank like a fish. He regularly stayed out all night before games. He undoubtedly played hung over. He missed games because his insides had been prematurely torn up by heavy drinking, cigar smoking, and the relentless pounding of steaks, hot dogs, and pretty much any food put before his face.
To be sure, for most of his life, Babe Ruth was a scumbag. He was immature. He was selfish. He treated the women in his life like shit. He was beyond promiscuous - which in and of itself isn't wrong or bad, but is when you have a wife and kids at home and a mistress with a kid. He drank and drove and crashed and totaled cars, then promptly bought another. In all, he totaled nine cars He was also a gambling addict. He bet on horse racing. He lost an estimated $500,000 in his life, which would be sickeningly equal to millions (maybe even tens of millions) of contemporary dollars. I suppose a charitable view on Ruth is that it shouldn't be entirely surprising that the same man who craved home runs and big hits also craved virtually all of life's indulgences. At any rate, the hard living ultimately caught up with him. The Babe died of throat cancer at age 53.
I'm convinced Babe Ruth is the greatest baseball player of all time. Yes, many of his records have since been broken, most notably his career home run total, first fairly and naturally by the great Hank Aaron, and later with anabolic assistance by Barry Bonds. But no player has ever sat atop a mountain as high as the one Babe Ruth reached. And I don't think any player ever can. The game has evolved. The top talent has leveled off, so that no player will ever hit 40 more home runs in a season than the second highest home run hitter. No player will ever again single handedly hit more home runs in a season (54) than 15 of the 16 teams in the entire sport (Ruth did this in 1920). Perhaps more importantly, baseball's cultural significance has declined over the second half of the 20th century and into the 21st century. It's been largely supplanted domestically by football and basketball and, on an international level, by soccer. For this reason, no baseball player, regardless of how good they are, will ever capture the public eye the way Ruth did.
There will never be another Babe Ruth because there never can be another Babe Ruth. Other sports have their versions of Babe Ruth - Muhammad Ali in boxing, Michael Jordan in basketball, Wayne Gretzky in hockey. Each of the aforementioned players stands stop the pantheon of their respective sports. Indeed, they occupy the very heart and soul of their respective sports. To me, Babe Ruth is still the heart and soul of baseball, as indelible to the game as peanuts, crackerjacks, and the seventh inning stretch. I wish I could've seen him play.