Lou Gehrig Had the Greatest World Series of All Time. Nobody Noticed Because Ruth Was There.

 

St. Louis, Missouri, October 1928, Sportsman’s Park, game four, World Series. The Yankees are one win away from the championship, three games up, one more and it’s over. And on the mound for the Cardinals is Pete Alexander, the same pitcher who struck out Tony Lazzeri with the bases loaded in the ninth inning of the 1928 World Series to save the championship for St.

 Louis two years earlier. The crowd remembers, the Cardinals remember, Alexander remembers. He is 31 years old and still one of the most dangerous pitchers in the National League and he is pitching like a man who has something to prove to the team that humiliated his city two years ago. The Yankees lineup comes up in the fourth inning.

 The game is tight, the crowd is loud, everything is on the line. And then Lou Gehrig steps to the plate. What happens next is something that nobody in that stadium will fully understand for decades. Not the reporters in the press box, not the Cardinals dugout, not even the Yankees. Because what Lou Gehrig is doing in this World Series, what he has been doing for four games against the best pitching the National League has to offer, is something that when the statisticians finally go back and calculate it properly, will stand as the single greatest offensive performance in World

Series history. Not 1928, not that decade, all time, any year, any player, any series. The highest OPS ever recorded in a World Series belongs to Lou Gehrig in October 1928 and almost nobody has ever heard of it because Babe Ruth was there, too. Let’s go back to the beginning because to understand what 1928 means for Gehrig, you need to understand what 1927 already was.

And why walking into another October with Ruth beside him was both the greatest opportunity and the most reliable obstacle to recognition that Lou Gehrig ever faced. The 1927 Yankees are, by most accounts, the greatest team ever assembled. Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs. Lou Gehrig hit 47, drove in 175, and batted 373.

The lineup behind them hit 307 as a team. They won 110 games, finished 19 ahead of the Philadelphia Athletics, and swept the Pittsburgh Pirates in four straight to close out October. Gehrig won the MVP that year. The league acknowledged what he did, but the conversation in every barbershop, every newsroom, every radio broadcast was Ruth.

Always Ruth. 60 home runs. The record. The number that had never been reached before and might never be reached again. Gehrig’s season was overshadowed by Ruth’s 60 home run season and the overall dominance of the 1927 Yankees. Gehrig had one of the greatest individual seasons in baseball history and spent October reading about his teammate, Bronx Pinstripes New World Encyclopedia.

Then came 1928. The Yankees win the pennant again. The World Series opponent is the St. Louis Cardinals. The same team that beat the Yankees in 1926. The same team that had Grover Cleveland Alexander strike out Lazzeri in the ninth inning of game seven to take the championship. The Cardinals and their fans carry that victory like a badge.

They believe they can do it again. And when the series opens in New York, that belief is not unreasonable. The Cardinals have pitching. They have experience. They have the memory of 1926 burning in the Yankees chest as motivation and their own chest as confidence. What they don’t have is a plan for Lou Gehrig.

Game one, Gehrig steps in and the Cardinals try to pitch him carefully, working the corners, mixing speeds, doing what good pitching staffs do against dangerous hitters. Gehrig is not fooled. He singles, he doubles, he drives in runs. The Yankees win. The Cardinals adjust their approach for game two. It doesn’t help.

 Gehrig keeps hitting. Not in the spectacular, theatrical way that Ruth hits. No standing ovations, no pointing to the outfield, no slow trot while 60,000 people hold their breath. Gehrig’s hits are line drives that arrive before the outfielders have fully processed that the ball is coming. Hard contact, immediate and violent and completely professional.

By game three, the Cardinals pitching staff is facing a problem they don’t have a clean answer to. Ruth is Ruth. You pitch around him when you can, accept the damage when you can’t, and move on. But Gehrig is hitting in front of Ruth in the batting order, which means pitching around Gehrig puts Ruth up with men on base, and pitching to Gehrig means dealing with a hitter who through three games of this series has not looked uncomfortable against a single pitch they’ve thrown him. The Cardinals are caught in a vise

and they know it. Now, here’s the thing about Gehrig’s performance in this series that I want you to really sit with. Because the numbers are almost impossible to contextualize against normal baseball. Lou Gehrig hit .545 in the 1928 World Series, six for 11, with four home runs. He drove in nine runs by himself.

The entire Cardinals team drove in 10 runs across all four games. Gehrig alone nearly matched an entire team’s offensive production, and his OPS, on base percentage plus slugging percentage, the statistic that most completely captures a hitter’s total offensive contribution, his OPS of 2.433 is, through at least 2024, the highest World Series OPS of all time.

Wikipedia Wikipedia, 2.433. For context, a great regular season OPS is around 1.00. An elite season is 1.100. Ruth’s legendary 1927 season produced an OPS around 1.258. Gehrig in four games of the 1928 World Series produced 2.433. The number exists in a different category from normal baseball performance. It’s the kind of number that makes you double-check the arithmetic because it doesn’t look like something that should be possible.

Game four, Sportsman’s Park. The Yankees are up three games to none. One more win and it’s over. And Babe Ruth, who has been magnificent throughout this series, doing what Ruth always does, which is perform at an extraordinary level and make it look like the most natural thing in the world. Babe Ruth steps to the plate in the seventh inning.

 The Cardinals are trying everything. Earlier in the game, Cardinals pitcher Bill Sherdel had attempted a quick pitch, throwing without a full windup, trying to catch Ruth off guard. The pitch was ruled illegal in World Series play. Ruth then homered. Because that’s what Ruth does when you try to outsmart him. And now, in the seventh, with the game in the balance, Ruth comes up again and hits his third home run of the game.

 Three home runs in game four of the World Series. The crowd goes quiet the way crowds go quiet when they’ve just watched something they’ll be talking about for the rest of their lives. Wikipedia. And then Lou Gehrig steps to the plate. Gehrig hit a back-to-back home run immediately after Ruth’s third, giving the Yankees a lead they would not relinquish.

 Wikipedia: In the uproar over Ruth’s third home run of the game, in the noise and the disbelief, and the reporters already composing their sentences about what Ruth just did, almost nobody in that press box fully registers what Gehrig just did. Ruth hit three home runs. Ruth is the story. Ruth will be the headline in every newspaper in America tomorrow morning.

 The fact that Gehrig followed him with a home run of his own, the home run that actually put the game away, the home run that came in the immediate aftermath of the most theatrical moment of the series, is noted briefly, and then absorbed into the larger Ruth narrative, like everything Gehrig ever did. I think about what it must have been like to be Gehrig in that moment.

 Not with bitterness. Everything we know about Gehrig suggests bitterness was not part of his emotional vocabulary, but with some kind of awareness. You don’t hit .545 with four home runs and a 2.433 OPS in a World Series without knowing what you’ve done. You don’t drive in nearly as many runs as an entire opposing lineup without understanding the magnitude of that performance.

And then you watch the reporters sprint toward your teammate’s locker after the game, and you sit at your own locker, and answer the questions that come your way, which are fewer and shorter, and mostly prefaced with “And what about Ruth’s three home runs, Lou?” The SABR account of Ruth and Gehrig’s relationship notes that Gehrig once said, “I get more kick out of seeing him hit one than I do from hitting one myself.

” Whether that was entirely true or partially the thing you say when you’ve spent years learning to navigate a particular kind of invisibility, that’s a question only Gehrig could have answered. What we know is that he said it and that two days after saying things like it, he would go out and hit .545 in a World Series and drive in nine runs and post the highest OPS in the history of the Fall Classic and smile for whatever photographs the press took and go home.

 Society for American Baseball Research. The Yankees swept the Cardinals in four games. Ruth hit .625 in the series, 10 for 16. Gehrig hit .545. Ruth hit three home runs in game four. Gehrig hit four home runs across the series. Ruth’s .625 average was the headline. Ruth’s three home runs in game four was the image everyone carried home and somewhere in the OPS records, in the statistical back pages that nobody was looking at in 1928, the number 2.

433 sat waiting for someone to notice it. Wikipedia. It took decades. Most baseball fans today still don’t know it. Ask someone to name the greatest offensive World Series performance of all time and they’ll say Ruth 1928 or Ruth 1927 or someone else entirely. The correct answer is Lou Gehrig, 1928 and the number that proves it has been sitting in the record books for nearly 100 years.

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