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The legend stood on the top step leading into the dugout; pausing to digest the moment. Buck O'Neill approached the Babe cautiously. "Nervous?"

Ruth looked down, "God dammed right I am." One more step and he would finally be 'Babe Ruth, manager'. Ruth spat on the floor as he prepared to step up into the dugout. "It would have to be the Dodgers."

"Why's that skip?" Buck asked.

"That S.O.B. Durocher. Caught the little bastard stealing from me when he was with the Yankees." Decades after the incident you could how much the Babe still hated the Lip. "Beat the s-t out of then. Hope to hell we do the same today."

With that Ruth crossed the threshold and entered the dugout.

O'Neill piped up again, "Still nervous?"

The Babe turned slowly with a huge grin covering his moon face. "Not anymore; this is the best I've felt in years."