The first book to tell the entire story of why the Red Sox are now a dynasty—and what kept them from winning for more than eight decades. For years, Red Sox fans were told that their team was cursed because the Sox sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees. But as Jerry Gutlon reveals in It Was Never About the Babe, what really happened is far more unsettling. With the thorough research of a seasoned journalist and the zeal of a lifelong Red Sox fan, Gutlon details the rampant favoritism and racism that cost Boston’s beloved team nearly a century of championships. The truths in this book will shock even the most die-hard members of Red Sox nation. For instance, Babe Ruth was sold not just to produce a Broadway play, but also because of his bad behavior and a feud between commissioner Ban Johnson and Sox owner Harry Frazee. They will also be surprised at which legendary ballplayer tried out at Fenway Park and didn’t make the cut and shocked to learn which beloved Red Sox owner also ran a brothel. Covering the early Red Sox championship dynasty of Ruth, the never-good-enough teams of Ted Williams, Carl Yastrzemski, and Carlton Fisk and Curt Schilling, It Was Never About the Babe is an eye-opening read for every baseball fan and a must-own book for every fan in Boston. Skyhorse Publishing, as well as our Sports Publishing imprint, are proud to publish a broad range of books for readers interested in sports—books about baseball, pro football, college football, pro and college basketball, hockey, or soccer, we have a book about your sport or your team. Whether you are a New York Yankees fan or hail from Red Sox nation; whether you are a die-hard Green Bay Packers or Dallas Cowboys fan; whether you root for the Kentucky Wildcats, Louisville Cardinals, UCLA Bruins, or Kansas Jayhawks; whether you route for the Boston Bruins, Toronto Maple Leafs, Montreal Canadiens, or Los Angeles Kings; we have a book for you. While not every title we publish becomes a New York Times bestseller or a national bestseller, we are committed to publishing books on subjects that are sometimes overlooked by other publishers and to authors whose work might not otherwise find a home.
Traces his mischievous childhood in Baltimore before his life-changing enrollment in Saint Mary's Industrial School for Boys, where a strict code of conduct and his introduction to baseball inspired his historic career.
Babe Walker, center of the universe, is a painstakingly manicured white girl with an expensive smoothie habit, a proclivity for Louboutins, a mysterious mother she's never met, and approximately 50 bajillion Twitter followers.
Text and photographs highlight the astonishing career of baseball's legendary "Babe" Ruth, from his awakening talent at a Baltimore boys' school to his tenure with the Boston Red Sox and...
On October 1, 1932, during Game Three of the Chicago Cubs -- New York Yankees World Series, Babe Ruth belted a long home run to straightaway centerfield.
Natalie boldly goes where no girl has gone before in this fresh, funny peek inside the male mind!
'Twas no secret that Ben was not averse to finding a place for himself on the Giants' roster. The speed king of the National League, Bob Bescher, was the leado› hitter for the New Yorkers. The game would be close. With Ruth better than ...
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She is, indeed, The Franchise Babe, and everyone wants a part of her, but someone, it seems, is trying to knock Ginger out of the competition-permanently.
“Romeo, I am not marrying you,” she told him. “I never said I would. In fact, I have told you dozens of times I would not. I am going home with Clivedon.” “You are disgusted with me,” he said simply. “I hardly blame you.
As Babe trotted past third base, he yelled to a field detective, “I'd kinda like to have that one!” Ten minutes later, Jack Geiser, a middle-aged man from New Philadelphia, Ohio, was ushered into the dugout, looking slightly dazed.