Lou Gehrig

Henry Louis "Lou" or "Buster"Gehrig (Born Heinrich Ludwig Gehrig; June 19, 1903  June 2, 1941) was an American baseball first baseman who played 17 seasons in Major League Baseball (MLB) for the New York Yankees, from 1923 through 1939. Gehrig was renowned for his prowess as a hitter and for his durability, a trait which earned him his nickname "The Iron Horse". He was an All-Star seven consecutive times, a Triple Crown winner once, an American League (AL) Most Valuable Player twice, and a member of six World Series champion teams. He had a career .340 batting average, .632 slugging average, and a .447 on base average. He hit 493 home runs and had 1,995 runs batted in (RBI). In 1939, he was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame and was the first MLB player to have his uniform number retired.

A native of New York City and attendee of Columbia University, Gehrig signed with the Yankees in 1923. He set several major league records during his career, including the most career grand slams (23) (since broken by Alex Rodriguez) and most consecutive games played (2,130), a record that stood for 56 years and was long considered unbreakable until surpassed by Cal Ripken, Jr. in 1995. Gehrig's streak ended in 1939 after he was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), a disorder now commonly referred to as Lou Gehrig's disease in North America. The disease forced him to retire at age 36 and was the cause of his death two years later. The pathos of his farewell from baseball was capped off by his iconic "Luckiest Man on the Face of the Earth" speech at the original Yankee Stadium.

Gehrig (surname)

Gehrig is a German surname. It is a variant of Gehring. Notable people with the surname include:

  • Adelaide Gehrig (1887–1944), American fencer
  • Eric Gehrig (born 1987), American soccer (football) player
  • Fraser Gehrig (born 1976), Australian rules footballer
  • Lou Gehrig (1903–1941), American baseball player
  • See also

  • 5891 Gehrig, a main-belt asteroid named for Lou Gehrig
  • Podcasts:

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    Yeah niggaz!
    Who the fuck you thought it was?
    It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
    Before I get started, let me get a rest in peace to my nigga Pac
    Gotta go in on this one
    Yeah, let's go
    Give me my money and stacks and lace my swishas with kush, nigga
    Hard liquir fuck up my liver, guaranteed I pick up
    The west coast like the phone is ringing, hello,
    Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not
    Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts,
    Gangsta, ain't shit pop but the water in pots
    We cookin the crack, distributin' to the block
    Gettin' it back, I use the same formula for rap
    I'm warnin' ya, leavin' more dead bodies for the coroner
    Shootin any witness with a cornia
    As far as rap, I'm best the rapper out of California
    Warrior, in the 300 like a sparley,
    Gladiator, blast a hater, put em in a coffin
    For coughin', that thera-flu won't do
    Gonna need more if you don't wanna see the lord
    Tell me what ya livin' for like 2 times 2
    I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
    Cold red, money clippers if a nigga fold bread
    That will feed four people for the next four years
    I ain't just got ends, I end cold reds [?]
    Cosigned by the allmighty pac when I drop science
    Like? I'm not lyin'
    Put a scar on your face like cymbels uncle
    Dumb fuck, I was built to tussle
    Gangbang, murder state, west side of the mississippi
    Where you can die like a shirt from an old hippie
    Peep the irony, the heater on me when it's nippy
    Hit a nigga on Q like I'm from the fifties
    Roll through the sixties just to fuck withNnippsey
    Hussle to the death like interpreters I'm hurtin' ya
    I could close curtain ya, but I'll let you bleed
    I'm a top dog, nigga, like?
    Got the game on lock, well I'm still in the ki's
    Don't get it twisted, honey, I'm still with the bees
    Like sean carter on the yacht, what you got, nothing, nigga
    Give it up, circle round the block (BUCK-BUCK a nigga)
    What the fuck, this is hip-hop to the third degree
    Murder emcees, send 'em up, throw 'em in a burboun truck
    Throw some gasoline on 'em, light a match, burn em' up
    I don't think you heard enough, fuck it, let me turn it up
    Grab ya bitch, turn her out, sell her for a couple buds
    Put her on a stroll, bet she'll bring back a armored truck
    Tell her I'm a city nigga, gritty nigga, grimy nigga
    Even when you eyes closed, guaranteed you'll find me
    In the Watts with a backroad, the hood made my heart cold
    Put me in a loophole, now the nigga do shows
    Kick flows like I knew martial arts
    Raving at Peter Parker once a nigga climb the charts
    All my real niggas follow, I don't fuck with pussy niggas
    Fuck with real bloods, real crips, who you foolin', nigga?
    Jay Rock, jack the ripper, rep for every ghetto
    I'm a still be here even when the smoke settle on a sunset
    Rollin' down sunset, hand on the wheel
    Middle finger to the cops, give a fuck how they feel
    I'm a ride like a freighttrain on ya rap-lames
    Screaming? got the projects on my back, mane
    You ain't gotta aks mane, Jay Rock got it
    Top Dog, aka they got dollas
    Big like Chris Wallace, fly like weed parlors
    Sig on my lap, we'll pop your collar
    From the land where the coolest cat will drop your mama
    Mouthpiece like barack obama, but still street
    Stilll creep through your set, I'm a thug I guess
    Cold stares for the clothes I dress, I'm well aware of that
    Niggas be hatin', soon as they jump like a car cable
    Homie gon' be disabled, screaming for help
    Tryin' to kill me? Better of killing yourself, because
    Suicide, it's a suicide
    The way I was raised, either do or die
    You can die any given time, it's not promised
    Hop out, spray lamas, come back with the bic mac
    Hassle McDonalds on our house, what you 'bout?
    Big money?, for cheap talk
    Bumping your gums, you'll get your teeth lost
    Play me for dumb, we bust guns, leave ya street-chalked
    Do this for fun, we hit ya block, let the piece bump
    Like pitbulls, get shookup when the flow cook up
    Tell 'em I got the hookup like candyman on your steps
    I command respect like a law permitted to y'all
    Y'all never come brawl with the west coast general
    Criminal background, tell mama her son rap now
    No more hustling rocks up in that crackhouse
    All I do is bring it to you, pay per view
    Food for thought, brought wordplay, what you brought
    I brought the big boys with me, my project people
    Call me Bishop Lamont, stand on top of the church steeple
    Writin' raps 'til my hands collapse
    Starin' at the world from a different view like my Crooked I do
    Hold my beach cruiser as I ride by you
    With my Glasses on, shout out to Malone
    Out-of-towners want to trip, then I'm ready to rob 'em
    See I got that K boy, who wanna pile 'em
    And that K got a Dot, if I let a shot go
    Hit you in your Ab, and there go your Soul
    On my misson ready to roll, let's do this to a living
    But Jay said that's a felony cause niggas keep on telling
    If a coward snitch on me, then this what I'll do
    Pull the rocket out and let it bang loose
    Then give his mama the blues, like SBI
    Got hot dollars now, so the FBI
    All inside of my ride, that's the Cadillac Fleetwood
    If the west blow, shit, you know that the east would
    I'm coastal with it, look, me and Mistah Fab
    Doing fabolous digits, it's a family business
    In the field with that, then you get stuck up
    Give it to you every day, seven years of bad luck
    Who got the gin and the juice, toss it up for my name




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    Couch: Gehrig Normand is embracing his role for MSU's basketball team, even if he'd rather be on the court

    Lansing State Journal 21 Mar 2025
    CLEVELAND — In some ways, this is everything Gehrig Normand dreamed of when he chose to play basketball at Michigan State — being part the group that led the program to a high seed in the NCAA tournament, with a real chance to a make a run ... RELATED.
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