The Book of Ruth - With Apologies To the Notorious RBG

Came from Baltimore by Pigtown Where they like to lay the law down. He rebelled against the ground rule. Had to grow up in reform school. Got acquainted with a curveball Dealing pepper by the church hall; Broke some windows, but he left the scouts impressed. He was an OG All Star, and a first draft Hall of Famer. He had manners like a gomer, but he played with no disclaimer. Pitched in Beantown, till they tossed him. They’d regret they ever lost him. Joined the Yankees as a slugger. Jumped on southpaws like a mugger, Shooting rockets past the flagpole. Fattest wallet on the payroll. Made a called shot, and the papers did the rest. He went from zero to sixty lodged in Murderers’ Row, With women, booze, and money all just part of the show. He led the A.L. in hitting. Chased after ta-il, no quitting. Played ring around the bases In a dozen pennant races. He scored doubles at the wet bar. Belted homers before radar, And suffered his publicity’s intrigues. He was an urban legend; no one ever saw him on TV. And in the house that he built, there’s a tribute to his number three. It was series after series. All the bookies have their theories, Parsing records and statistics, Charting sinker ball ballistics, But in the end, most everyone agrees: He never had to play the N*gro Leagues.