"What about the cabdriver?" the Babe said.
"What cabdriver, Ruth?"
"The one in Boston who recognized you a few years later and asked if you were Harry Frazee, and when you said you were, he slugged you."
"Oh, that cabdriver."
"But I've got to thank you not just for selling me to the Yankees, but for dealing all those other players to the Yankees -- Waite Hoyt, Herb Pennock, Joe Dugan, Everett Scott, Wally Schang, Joe Bush, Sam Jones, Mike McNally. We couldn't have won all those Series and pennants without them. Hoyt and Pennock even went to the Hall of Fame. Thanks, Harry."
"You're welcome, Ruth."
"And when you sold the Red Sox in 1923 for US$1.25 million, not one player from the 1918 Series team was still with the Red Sox. Not one. How could you do that to Boston? I loved Boston. If you hadn't sold me, I would have been willing to stay there my whole career."
"You loved Boston?"
"You know I loved to go back to Fenway with the Yankees. My first wife and I even had a home outside Boston, in Sudbury. I would've stayed in Boston forever if you hadn't sold me. So don't ever think that I put the curse on the Red Sox all these years. You did."In the quiet of both cemeteries, the conversation seemed to end, but then Harry Frazee spoke.
"It's nice to talk to you again, Ruth, and it's nice that you want to let bygones be bygones."
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