If Your Birthday is February 6th...

...you share it with the Bambino, the Sultan of Swat, the larger than life figure who remains as revered a player and character as when he played in the majors a century ago.
George Herman Ruth, the Babe, the gold standard of sluggers... and had the Red Sox not decided his talents better suited an everyday player, he might be the most revered pitcher ever.
Born into humble surroundings, to be kind, he came from a disfunctional inner city Baltimore family unable properly to raise him. Ironically, home was just a few blocks from where the city's terrific ballpark Camden Yards now stands. Do yourself a favor, take a tour of the Babe's boyhood home next time you visit the city. You know the numbers -- 60 homers in '27, 714 lifetime, leading the American League in home runs 12 times.

But did you realize what a good all-around hitter he was? A lifetime .342 batter, the Babe never struck out more than 93 times in a season.
Larger than life? You bet. Yet, as one born just six years after his death in 1948, I feel a bit cheated. Perhaps if medical care was a bit more advanced or he smoked a few less cigars a week, he'd have been around when most of us boomers grew up. Going to Yankee Stadium, "The House That Ruth Built," we learned of his legend, we saw photos, heard the stories and were awed by his monument.
Imagine if he'd been there to don his number-three on Old Timers Day, throw out the first pitch on Opening Day or at a World Series opener, clown around with the Scooter in the broadcast booth, hold court with New York's legion of sportswriters -- or just visiting one more sick kid in a hospital. Nearly 70 years after his death at age 53, his memory remains remarkably vivid. I only wish he'd had the time to make more of them.
If one player symbolizes baseball, it's Babe Ruth, born on this date in 1895.