It was the middle of the summer. The heat was scorching the fields players were hitting runs for their teams, it was always my favorite time of the year.

I knew in my heart I would not forget that time of year. I had turned eleven and my father had bought me my first baseball bat. I waited four long years to get one, my father always told me how the bills comes first before anything else in our lives, but it never stopped me from asking him.

My father had written Ruth on the baseball bat, he had always called me Ruth just like Babe Ruth. I had always admire Babe all through my life. When I was just a little boy maybe at the age of 5 I had ran around the home my father had asked me what I was doing I would just stare up and say am Babe Ruth father as my dad tells it.