Reminds me of a "true" story related to me by an old friend who married a distant Cobb relation. His wife's brother was named Ty, after their famous relative. It seems Ty and a friend of his were involved in some youthful indiscretion, playing their radio too loud in the park, disturbing the peace, something like that. The police were summoned and after getting the radio turned down, they started to question the young men about what they were doing, where they were from and the like. The officer turns to the friend and asks, "what's your name?" The smart-ass friend replies, "Babe Ruth". That put young Ty is a very tough spot with the officer until he produced his driver's license.
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