It was every picture a kid could see in their dreams: The ball park packed with thousands of people, as a large man wearing the number three on his shirt picks up a big, heavy, bat on his way to the plate. He stands with his feet close together, staring at the pitcher: the bat, wrapped around his left shoulder, is held so far down that his fingers go over the bottom of the knob. As the pitcher starts his windup, the ball flies toward the plate, and the big man at the last minute takes a big stride and swings the bat around very powerfully. There is a loud crack as the ball goes up and up until there is nothing but a white dot. In the stands the fans go crazy, yelling deliriously, and tapping each other on the back, for the great Babe Ruth has just hit another home run.
             George Herman Junior was born on the waterfront on February 6, 1895. He was the first kid of a saloon keeper. The seven siblings born after him, only one, his sister, survived infancy. His parents blamed everything that happened on him. He was taught how to walk on a slippery sawdust saloon in his father's saloon. He stole from local shopkeeper's and he threw stones at delivery men by the age of five. At the age of seven, he was chewing tobacco and refusing to go to school. When the beating from his parents failed to make a difference, they declared "incorrigible", and they sent him away.
             They sent him to St. Mary's Industrial School for boys. It was a combined reformatory and orphanage, he would have to stay their off and on until he is eighteen. His family
             rarely visits him. "I guess I'm just to big and ugly for anyone to come see me." he told a fellow inmate (Ward, 154). He was always teased and got called "Nigerlips."
             Brothers Matthias was Ruth's surrogate father at St. Mary's. He taught Ruth every thing he knows about baseball. He proved to everyone that he ...