Mal,
I didn't see either Foxx or the Splendid ... I honor them with the feeling and fervor folks felt and shared back when I first became aware of baseball in 1962 (most of the previous 6 years, I spent over 7500 miles away in Darjeeling and western Bengal, which happened to be my first 6 years I tread om this globe.) As I learned to play the game in the sandlots of Rochester, NH, there was almost a level of deity ascribed to Teddy. My hero became Yaz, no surprise, eh?
As a huge Big Papi fan, even with his centrality to three WS titles, I think Teddy is still king of the hill, when we are thinking solely of hitting.