Growing up, I lived in a house that loved baseball. I remember any time the Big Red Machine was on T.V., my Mom and Dad were watching. My father loved baseball, and I remember spending hours playing catch in the yard with my Dad. Baseball cards were a big part of my childhood, as was a fascination with baseball history and men like Willie Mays, Babe Ruth, Shoeless Joe Jackson, and many more–but the one that always intrigued me most was Ty Cobb and not just because of the unfathomable .366 lifetime batting average. Check out the best bookmakers for betting on Baseball!
The thing that stuck with me were the stories of the cleat sharpening, the drunken brawls, and, of course, the racism. I grew up admiring the player but loathing the man. In the past year or two, that perspective has changed for me because I read a book that told the truth about the great Ty Cobb. The book is Ty Cobb: A Terrible Beauty by Charles Leerhsen. The book dispels almost everything I had ever learned about the all-time great.
