Boston, Massachusetts, Fenway Park. June 23rd, 1917, Saturday afternoon. Red Sox versus Senators. Ruth pitching for Red Sox. Young Ruth, 22 years old, still pitcher, not yet. Slugger, not yet. Legend, just talented pitcher with temper. Big temper. Uncontrollable temper about to explode. about to punch umpire in front of everyone.

 creating scandal, creating suspension, creating also accidentally baseball history, perfect game, sort of combined perfect game, most unusual, perfect game, and ever recorded because Ruth started it by walking, first batter, then punching, umpire, then getting, ejected, then watching Ernie Shore retire 26, consecutive batters, perfect baseball, created by imperfect violence.

 That’s story. That’s paradox. That’s Ruth creating history. Even when creating chaos starting now, first inning where everything goes wrong then somehow goes perfect. First inning, Ruth on mound, warming up, feeling good, arm strong, ready to pitch. Great game. Maybe is today could be special. Not knowing how right he is.

 Through violence, through punch, through replacement, creating perfection. First batter, Ray Morgan. Senator’s leadoff. Patient hitter. Works counts. Ruth pitching. First pitch outside. Ball one. Second pitch high. Ball two. Third pitch low. Ball three. Three balls. No strikes. Ruth frustrated. Must be strike. Must throw. Strike now. Fourth pitch. Hard.

 Good pitch. Ruth thinking should be strike. Owens watching outside barely. Ball four. Morgan trotting. Two first walk. First batter walked. Ruth furious. Instantly furious. That was strike his zone. Umpire wrong. Walking toward Owens toward confrontation toward violence. Home plate umpire. Brick Owens. Veteran umpire. Good umpire. Fair umpire.

experienced umpire calling balls and strikes as he sees them honestly, fairly, professionally, not knowing what’s coming. What Ruth about to do? What violence about to erupt behind plate right behind him from pitcher he’s judging whose pitches he’s calling who’s getting angrier with each ball called each pitch outside zone each frustration building Ruth getting sign for fourth pitch must be strike must be good pitch can’t walk first batter can’t start game like that winding up throwing hard good pitch Ruth thinking good location Ruth

believing should be strike Owens watching pitch arriving outside barely but outside arm extending though ball four Morgan dropping bat trotting to first base walk first batter walked Ruth standing on mound disbelieving furious instantly furious completely furious that wasn’t Ball that was strike. Close strike.

Borderline strike. But strike. His strike. His zone. His game. Umpire. Wrong. Completely wrong. Must tell him. Must explain. Must make him understand. walking toward home plate, toward Owens, toward confrontation, toward violence, toward end of his day, of his game. Of his perfection that never was Ruth approaching Owens, fast, angry, yelling.

That was strike. Strike, you’re blind. Owens turning, facing Ruth. Calm, professional. Used to pitchers complaining. Used to arguments used to Ruth. It was outside ball four. Get back to mound. Ruth not backing down. Not accepting. Not stopping. You’re squeezing me. First batter. First atbat. Already squeezing. Owens warning.

 Watch yourself. Ruth. Get back. On mound. Play ball. Ruth. Closer. Too close. Invading space. Breaking rules. Getting dangerous. If you throw me out, I’ll punch you in the jaw. Words hanging in air. Threat clear threat. Specific threat. Violence promised. Everyone hearing. Catcher hearing. Morgan hearing. Fans near. Dugout hearing.

Owens hearing. Very clearly hearing. Understanding. Processing what Ruth just said. What Ruth just threatened. What Ruth must face. Consequences for now. Immediately. No choice, no option, no way to ignore threat like that. You’re out. Get off field now. Owens pointing to dugout to clubhouse to exit.

 Ejecting Ruth first inning, first batter. Zero outs recorded ejected for threatening. Umpire for promising. Violence for being Ruth uncontrolled dangerous. Ruth Ruth standing there. ejected words sinking in, anger rising, higher, boiling, overflowing. He warned him. He told him what would happen. And Owens did it anyway through him out for warning him for being honest.

 About intentions, about what comes next, what comes right now. Ruth’s arm moving fast sudden explosive fist clenched swinging toward Owens behind ear behind left ear where Owens not looking not seeing not expecting even after threat even after words not expecting Ruth actually do it actually punch actually assault umpire but Ruth does it fist connecting behind Owen’s ear solid hit Real punch.

 Hard punch. Owen stumbling forward. Hands going to ear to head. It is shocked, hurt, disbelieving. Ruth just punched him. Actually punched him behind ear during game in front of everyone. Assault. Clear assault. Criminal assault. Not just ejection now. Legal now. Police now. Prison. Possibly now. Crowd gasping. Collective gasp.

 Everyone seeing, everyone witnessing, everyone understanding. Ruth crossed line, big line, unforgivable line, assault line. Players from both dugouts running onto field, Red Sox grabbing Ruth, pulling him away from Owens. Yeah. From more violence from worse consequences. Senators players checking Owens, supporting him, making sure he’s okay.

that Ruth didn’t seriously hurt him. Police officers, stadium security, running from stands, from posts toward commotion toward Ruth toward arrest, possibly toward removing Ruth from field, from stadium, from freedom, maybe two officers reaching Ruth. Red Sox players stepping back, letting officers take him. You’re coming with us now.

Ruth not fighting. Why not resisting knowing he’s done? Cross line too far. Can’t uncross, can’t undo, can’t fix. Just accept. Walk away. Face consequences later. Huge consequences coming. Definitely coming. Officers each taking arm, escorting Ruth, off field, through dugout, into tunnel, toward clubhouse, toward whatever comes next.

Legal action, league action, team action, all action. coming. Ruth walking between officers, head down, finally realizing what he did, what he just did in front of thousands, in front of teammates, in front of baseball, punched umpire behind ear after threatening to do exactly that. Cannot claim accident. Cannot claim heat of moment.

 Cannot claim anything except truth. promised to punch then punched. Simple, clear, indefensible. Walking into tunnel, disappearing from view, from field, from game that continues. Without him, that creates history. Without him, that becomes perfect. without him because of him paradoxically impossibly perfectly field returning to play slowly Owens recovering ear ringing head hurting but functional but professional game must continue Morgan still on first from walk zero outs first inning need pitcher Red Sox need pitcher Ruth gone

ejected arrested removed manager calling for relief pitcher Ernie Shore warming up quickly. Not ready, not prepared. Came to park today. Not expecting to pitch. Just back up. Just available if needed. Late innings maybe not first. I ening not immediately not replacing Ruth who punched.

 umpire who created this situation, this chaos, this opportunity for sure to pitch to make history to create perfection starting now. Starting with Morgan on first starting with disadvantage starting with inherited runner that shouldn’t even exist because that walk that controversial walk that punchcausing walk might not have been walk might have been strike if different umpire different zone in different moment different Ruth not punching anyone sure ready taking mound ball from manager Warm-up pitches. Eight pitches allowed.

Taking them all. Getting loose. Getting ready. Getting focused. On task, on batter, on runner, on everything inherited from Ruth, from chaos, from violence, making something good from something bad, making perfection from assault, making history, from disgrace. Starting now. First pitch to first. Batter with Morgan on first lead off walked by Ruth.

 Who’s gone? Who’s arrested? Who’s watching? Maybe from somewhere. What happens next? Shore delivering. First pitch strike. Good pitch. Good start. Morgan taking lead from first. Big lead. Testing. Shore. Testing. Catcher. Testing. Attention. Shore. Watching from mound. Catcher watching behind plate. Morgan taking bigger lead too big maybe short stepping off rubber throwing two first pickoff attempt first baseman catching diving tag Morgan diving back safe close a very close shore getting ball back Morgan cautious now not taking big lead shore

pitching to second batter strike one strike two Morgan running stealing second catcher throw Throwing good throw. Shortstop catching. Applying tag. Umpire out. Morgan caught. Stealing. Runner erased. Shore inheriting. Morgan now removing Morgan. Clean slate. Fresh start. Nobody on. Nobody out. Wait. One out. Morgan out. Caught stealing.

 So one out. Clean bases. Shore pitching to second batter. Or clean. Three pitches later. Out. Second batter out. Third batter approaching. Three pitches out. Three outs. Inning over. Shore walking to dugout. One inning complete. No hits. No walks. No runners. Except Morgan. Who’s gone caught stealing erased like never. Happened like shore.

 Started inning clean like perfection. Possible starting now. Second inning. Shore. Pitching. First batter. Ground out. Second batter, fly out. Third batter, strikeout. Three outs, no hits. Perfection continuing. Third inning, fourth inning, fifth inning, sixth inning. Same pattern. Three batters, three outs.

 Each inning, cleaner, shore finding, rhythm, finding zone, finding perfection. Teammates noticing, fans noticing, shore pitching, perfect game, combined perfect game after Ruth’s punch after chaos, finding order. 18 batters, 18 outs after Morgan. Nine more needed. Seventh inning, first batter, ground out. Second batter, pop out.

 Third batter, strikeout. E, 21 outs, six more needed. Eighth inning, pressure building, everyone silent. First batter, fly out. Second batter, ground out. Third batter, weak grounder. 24 outs. Three more needed. One inning from perfection. Ninth inning, shore walking. To mound slowly, deliberately understanding, moment, understanding, history, understanding.

 What three more outs mean? What perfection means? What replacing? Ruth creating this means all of it coming together right now. Ninth inning, three outs away from perfection, from history, from legend. First batter, ninth inning, approaching plate, crowdstanding. Everyone standing, watching, waiting, hoping. Shore pitching. First pitch, strike.

 Second pitch, ball. Third pitch, foul. Fourth pitch, ground out. First baseman to shore. Covering out. 25 outs. 25 consecutive. Two more needed. Two outs. From perfection. Second batter. Ninth inning. Last chance. For senators, last hope for hit. For runner, for anything short pitching, carefully, precisely, perfectly.

 First pitch, ball outside, careful, too careful. Second pitch, strike. Good pitch, better pitch. Third pitch, strike, swinging, two strikes. Fourth pitch, curveball, swinging, strike three, out. 26 outs, 26 consecutive batters retired. One more needed one out. From history, from perfection, from impossible, perfect game created by Ruth’s punch, by Ruth’s ejection, by Ruth’s violence.

 Old creating shores. Perfection. Final batter. Approaching plate. Last out. Needed. Shore on. Mound. Ball in. Hand. History in. Balance. Perfection in. Reach. One out. Away. Winding up. Throwing. First pitch. Strike. Good start. Second pitch. Ball outside. Careful. Third pitch. Strike. Two strikes. One strike away.

 One pitch from perfection. Shore winding up. Final pitch maybe. Final out. Maybe. Final moment of perfection. Throwing batter swinging. Missing. Strike three. Out. Game over. Yes. Perfection complete. Sure did. It 26. Consecutive batters retired after Morgan after inherited. Runner after caught. Stealing after erased. Perfect game combined.

 Perfect game. Shore. Plus Ruth. sort of Ruth’s walk, Ruth’s punch, Ruth’s ejection, Shor’s perfection all together creating history, creating legend, creating impossible story about violence, creating perfection about assault, creating beauty about Ruth, creating even when destroying even when punching umpires even when getting arrested.

Creating history somehow always impossibly teammates rushing mound surrounding shore celebrating hugging congratulating perfect game combined perfect game historic game sure smiling humble grateful knowing he didn’t start it inherited situation from Ruth from chaos made something beautiful made perfection from violence made history from disaster Master, that’s baseball.

Sometimes strange baseball, beautiful baseball. The impossible baseball. Crowd cheering, standing ovation for sure, for perfection, for history. Witnessed everyone knowing they saw something special, something rare, something that started with punch, ended with perfection, started with Ruth’s violence, ended with Shor’s beauty.

Baseball in one game in one afternoon in one impossible story. Shore leaving field to applause to congratulations to history. Ruth somewhere in clubhouse in custody in trouble missing it. Missing history he created. Missing perfection his violence made possible. That’s Ruth creating even when destroying making history even when making trouble being Ruth even when being wrong forever Ruth impossible Ruth violent Ruth history making Ruth all same person all same day June 23rd 1917 Fenway Park where Ruth punched umpire got ejected got arrested

created perfect game somehow impossibly perfectly Next day, league office. Babe Ruth suspended 10 games. Fined $100 for assaulting umpire. Ruth accepting paying fine. Apologizing sort of shouldn’t have hit him. But that fourth pitch was strike. Not quite. Apology. More Ruth being Ruth.

 Newspapers covering both stories. Ruth’s punch. Shor’s perfection together. Ruth punches UMP. Shore throws perfect game. Impossible headline. Impossible story but true. Combined perfect game later reclassified to no hitter because Morgan reached base on walk but still historic still impossible story about Ruth creating history through violence.

 Years later, Shore interviewed about that game about that perfect game about replacing Ruth after punch. I was in bullpen warming up. Saw Ruth arguing saw him punch Owens. Saw police take him away. Then coach says, “Sure, you’re in.” I wasn’t ready. Wasn’t prepared. Just threw best eye could morgan on first from walk.

 Worried about him. First pitch he ran. Got caught stealing after that. No clean slate. Just pitched my game. Didn’t think about perfection. Just outs. One at time after game. Everyone talking. Perfect game. Combined. Perfect game because Ruth started it. I finished it. Strange way to make history replacing guy who punched umpire.

 But that’s how it happened. That’s baseball. Strange baseball. Beautiful baseball that day. Brick Owens also remembering years later. Ruth hit me hard. Behind ear rang for days. I wanted him arrested. Wanted charges. Pressed but league. Handled it. Suspension. Fine. That’s it. Should have been more but that’s Ruth gets away with everything.

 even assault even me but also because Ruth got ejected. Sure came in through perfect game sort of. So Ruth’s violence created beauty, created perfection, created history. That’s complicated. That’s baseball. That’s Ruth making history. Even when making trouble, especially when making trouble forever Ruth story becoming legend, perfect game. That wasn’t perfect game.

Started by Ruth’s walk, Ruth’s punch, Ruth’s ejection. Finished by Shore’s perfection. Combined history, combined legend, combined impossibility. Ruth creating. Even when destroying Shore perfecting, even when inheriting chaos, both true, both same. Game same day, same impossible. story about violence creating beauty, assault, creating perfection, Ruth creating history by being Ruth uncontrolled, dangerous, violent, but also somehow creating.

 Yet opportunities for others, for sure, for perfection, for history that lasts forever beyond Ruth’s punch, beyond shores, perfection beyond everything except story. Impossible story. True story about day. Babe Ruth punched umpire got arrested. Created perfect game by leaving by being removed by making space for sure to make.

 History to make perfection to make something beautiful from something terrible. That’s baseball. That’s Ruth. That’s June. 23rd of September 1917. Fenway Park, forever remembered impossibly, perfectly, violently, beautifully. If this story of violence creating perfection fascinates you, please subscribe for more impossible true moments from baseball history and comment.

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