This exercise in attaching rhinestones, purchased in Costco, to the sparkling Tiffany legacy Jeter continues constructing was inevitable. With the final countdown moving from the road to Yankee Stadium, the sap was going to flow.
Michael Kay was in rare form - gushing. His introduction to the Yankees Entertainment & Sports Network’s telecast was the kind of melodramatic ooze he usually reserves for Opening Day. Kay, going Facenda on us, spoke of a guy who went from a “fresh-face teenager” to “Yankee greatness.”
Kay: “The pages of the calendar have turned and have been punctuated by a steady torrent of hits. With the consistency of a metronome, Jeter had made sure the hits just keep on coming. ... One by one, hit by hit, the greats have fallen as he moves up the ladder, putting the games deities in his rear-view mirror. ... Four more hits to stand atop the Yankees’ Mt. Olympus.”
Why stop there? Halfway through his Ode to Derek, Kay should have said: “I can think of younger days when living for my life was everything a man could want to do.” ... Okay, so none of this was really surprising. Until Jeter moves past Gehrig (please, hurry) it’s all-schmaltz-all-the-time.
...There is another side to all this - a commercial side. If one wants to “really” take a stroll down Memory Lane, they best be prepared to pay a toll. That’s the only conclusion drawn from the number of spots Sterling read for a company selling Jeter memorabilia.
“Imagine when Jeter goes to the Hall of Fame what those items will be worth,” Sterling ad-libbed after reading one of the commercials. Nothing like cheapening what will be a wonderful moment, right?