It is crazy to feel sorry for Jeter and yet I do
I don’t know what Jeter is selling on Seth Meyers, but whatever he is selling, I’m buying.
They handle themselves a million miles above arrogance.
Captain Clutch got old (er, cmon he’s 40 not 90) and hung it up and the great team I love from 1996 to 2000, the team I watched endlessly: Bernie Williams, Scott Brosius, Tino, Luis, Paul, Posada have all retired. They were the Beatles of sports. And now the last one has gone. Thanks, Cap’n.
They both entered the public conscious around the same time and both have distinct personalities while remaining essentially unknown qualities. You never get to the bottom of these guys, all the charm is a layer of finesse to help maintain complete privacy, every action a modulated concern of career and counter career, every event a non event, every story a scolded subtraction.
Derek Jeter retiring at the end of this season. I remember seeing his very first game in the majors and noticing him and, as a season ticket holder from 1999 – 2001. Greatest moment? The lead off home room in game four of the 2000 World series